Diary of a Hermit Living in Les Baux

I managed to smooth out the day without any worries. The bull probably won this time. Nevertheless, the small joys and questions of life are always with me, which I contemplate in the evening silence. And in the early morning, only the bed calls.

A bit tiring, but trouble-free day. These dishwashing days are the longest, but they have little stress. I slept through the afternoon; in the evening after work, I went to watch the bull running. I think this time the bull won because it knocked down the non-professional racers a few times. At midnight, I went back to the kitchen, washed the last plates left by the last guests in ten minutes. At half past twelve, it occurred to me that I needed to clean my room. I go to bed at three in the morning. I wake up at six, going to Montpellier. I’m not going to (due to the favorable travel cost) Saint Marie de la Mer beach because of the mistral wind. By the way, Ildi’s sentences occupy my mind, more precisely her poems. Am I in the right place in the world? Am I lonely despite not feeling lonely? Is everything okay with me? How normal is it that I live in almost hermit mode?
Les Baux, July 24, 2024, Wednesday