there is always a deeper level of boredom and a higher level of patience.
you think it cannot be more boring than now. Instead it can and it does.
you think you cannot be more patient than you have been so far. Instead you can and you do. I am wondering how much boredom is left and how much patience is left.
sometimes I wish there is nothing else left.
It would be the beginning of something, I guess.
I am sick of all this.