The stress.
A smartphone has just fallen from the 12th floor. The grass below. I went searching. I lost the key to my apartment. The Shadow. I had a lamp with me. I did not find a hero. I addressed the young men. I called, the phone was found. There is no key. Or to smoke. Half an hour. There is no key. Other guys are coming. One of my friends found it right away. Not where I was looking for.
This is Monday 14th.