He found himself understanding the wearisomeness of this life, where every path was an improvisation and a considerable part of one's waking life was spent watching one's feet.
The hemulen woke up slowly and recognised himself and wished he had been someone he didn't know.
Why won't they let me be? I just need to rest, that's all, to rest and sleep some, and maybe die a little.
When the star dies, Its eye closes; tired of watching, It flies back to its first bright dream.
Sometimes exhaustion is not a result of too much time spent on something, but of knowing that in its place, no time is spent on something else.
Just an emotional response of sentiments will only lead to tiredness and weariness.