By Diana J. Torres
At this time of the year I am always assailed by the same anguish: more than half a year has gone by and I haven't done anything of what I set out to do at the beginning. It is like an annual crisis that never fails and systematically every July for as long as I can remember and remember, I get a tremendous downturn.
This is also accompanied by the feeling of emptiness left by "vacations", in this case not mine because I have not known what that is for a long time, but those of others.
So, in this strange and uncomfortable state, I joined a friend, who also has no vacation, but whose existential nihilism always lifts my spirits.