If the sun must set for me, If all must come to an end, if you must be rid of me - Meja Mwangi

..was a little better in a few respects. It was relatively round less sooty and mysteriously, absolutely flea-free. Mice and bed bugs there were, but there were less famished and consequently less hostile....

Days run out for me, life goes from bad to worse very soon, very much soon, times will lead to the end.

...various kinds of fruit in various stages of decay... slices of stale, smelly bread and a few pieces of dusty chocolate.