Nathan Strange - It Doesn’t Really Matter

The sun shines brightly outside but my curtains remain closed.
Fatigue speaks to me and tells me to rest my head but my mind tells me to get a job.
My heart tells me to write a novel and fear tells me I won’t make it.

Then I open my curtains and the sun beams in and I begin to roll a cigarette. As I spark it up and inhale the smoke I realise that it doesn’t matter what I do as long as I have £75 for the landlord at the end of the week.

I already have that in the bank and I did my shopping yesterday, so the truth is nothing really matters, nothing except this god damn cigarette.

Nathan Strange

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