Another day, another growling belly. After a guy I know came around last night, offering brief respite from the pain, as we sat at his and chatted I realised, that I am so far engrossed in Roman and Latin culture, that I have completely lost touch with the world of computer games and movies, which everyone else seems to be immersed in. So much so, that I have little will to gas about anything other than Latin culture, particularly poetry, mythology and philosophy.
You could be the most eloquent translator since Thomas Taylor, and no-one here would care.
Nobody has any interest in what I translate, or how I translate it. Even as I beg for change on the piss covered street, just so I don't die of malnutrition (even though I am working), people say, "It's for the dog! Not you, the dog!" As though I didn't play music for years without a dog.
No-one I know understands Latin. Not a soul. Everyone who does, have no wish to speak with me.
Therefore, I must go to see Didier, as soon as possible.
If I stay here, I will eventually die of poverty and disease. No-one cares. If I stay here, I will likely drive myself barmy with the fact that everyone else I know just wish to know about hit points, damage per second, and their rankings in some frivolous computer game. Anyone who is interested in Classics, Archaeology or ancient mythology, is far away, and has no interest in what I have to say about anything. No-one even reads this blog.
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