Day No.689: 34 Degrees Celcius

I wonder what's more hot, absolute temperature or emotional temperature?  I think the answer's relative.  I haven't slept like a log so everything else seems either hot or orange in colour.  My cell's orange so, that doesn't help.  I haven't ran for a week.  My cellmate hasn't called either.  Emotionally, I'm getting stronger I think.  Friedrich Nietzsche didn't kill me so I'm happy at least.  I wonder if people are getting stupid, like they are de-evolving into sub intelligent spicies, people with opposable thumbs yet behaving like 10 year olds.  

I wish other cell mates happiness, yet they seem to have underestimated the weight of it.  I purely meant spiritual happiness and contentment, anything else seems purely superficial, like looking at Dorian Gray.  

Everything swept under a rug
Nobody cares but desires a better
Thing on themselves
Doesn't it feel heavy?
The human centre is wrecked
by colours and smell
They cannot see beyond
what is in front of them
A dead picture, so many
We haven't really grown
For the past two thousand years.
Sorry Plato, sorry Jesus.
We didn't learn.  Sorry.