Disease

“Dusk is a time for losers…”
- O Henry


It’s almost dusk. A lazy day, a lousy day. I don’t like being sick, it makes you feel extremely useless and highly vulnerable. It invades the sphere of your independence and makes you realize the concept of mortality. Yes, in a way you feel like a loser. A loser to the virus or the microbe or whatever fancy organism it is that’s causing you so much discomfort.