No camera, No internet

So today we find our star, at his lowest of lows, sitting on that maroon couch. His vanity waning progressively, as the pressures of life close in. Not as much cluster phobia as cluster anger. But strangely enough the Jay-Z in permanent bump in the background soothes his emotions. With this brief release into the world of his music his curtains pull themselves almost magically, and let that fresh air in. Macoya Gardens sun was the hottest, however the feeling of sitting in the shade was unparalleled. Not because the Macoya Garden's breeze was any colder than regular breeze. But simply because the sun was so hot, relatively sitting in the shade was like sitting below an air condition unit during a heat stroke. On second thought, maybe it wasn't so magical, it happened when he turned on that lasco fan. A feeling i'm sure you can relate too, that subconscious press "pax" its on, the room is no longer warm. Fiddling on the key bored idly, reminiscent of the brighter days when the internet flowed directly into his life. Providing that spark for learning, postponing his yearning for superfragalistic entertainment.

Its 11am. And its my she who props me up most of the time, like in the photo above!