I always walk in a loop, returning again and again to the same dreams, treading the same gravel with my bare feet. The rest of my body is no more clothed, for I am naked in front of the uncertain, cold among the cold.
This morning I was reading one of those maxims that Facebook followers like to spread, and that urge everyone to express their feelings because the chance to do so might not happen again. It is a fact. Saving water will not protect us from thirst; it is unpredictable.