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He wakes up. He is wearing a bathrobe. He reads. He still feels like a failure. He writes some words. He takes some photographs. He organises a date and then cancels the date. He does this twice. It starts to rain heavily. He walks through the fog shrouded streets to buy candy and soft drinks. He wonders what the point of it all is. He has no answer. Then on the way back he sees glow bugs flying above a dark field. It is beautiful. He stands and watches them for a while. This is probably not the point of it all but, for today, it will do. He goes to sleep.