While Mr Bloom ate with relish his favourite meal that day, I was

sitting with Mr Dedalus in a chaise. The air was unbreatheable.

It was another hot summer day. A funeral in progress.
enojhing veryy much
he was eating them with relish.
enjoying and annoying
creativity is my desire
i feel utterly stupid right now
how is this even possible, he asked himself.
what am i doing with my life. he didn't know what to do nor
who was the responsible for that thing.
it's freezing outside.
now i am gonna finish this story. bye