There’s hard and there’s hard. There are cement walls that are hard to break through and there’s a hard cock. There’s a hard night’s sleep and there’s a body that has hardly had more than two hours of consecutive rest and for how long? This is what “hard” does to the mind and that hard body is my body and my body is so tired it is losing me, walking away. My shadow lying underneath me is so slow you could catch it by the tail if I set off running, and there is no way I can set off.
