Feeling of being surrounded by a bad energy. The waiters in the Reina Sofia too busy to serve me although I am the only customer. The old man sitting behind me, a tramp off the street I think, coughs continually as if he has terminal bronchitus. My friends sense my loneliness and neediness and are too busy with their own lives. I need to go back home and get out of bed the other side...
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