dystopian

Dystopian When I see in modern homes, blank walls not disturbed by art, the center of peace  an outside sofa for a whole family to sit until a dad is arrested for child abuse In the building, most families have gone  on a few days holiday, at the same place in the Algarve, returning on Monday and talk about it for weeks When I had a small house in the outer  Algarve I was often visited by a Swiss  lady, small of stature and full of energy often brought me gifts of things she had made, which I put on the wall She had the annoying habit of asking me  question about my life, which I at first disliked but got to like, which I didn't ask of myself too much trouble to find an answer. One day, when she didn't come, I drove to her  place, they told me she had gone back to the Swiss she must have been in her nineties or so She had written several books that disturbed me, did she use me as a material for an upcoming book? my dream of a simple life, a dog, and a house near the woods, didn't materialize, so many mostly women intruded, they left, when they gave up saving me from me and a simple life Now that I'm old, their faces erased a blimp on my journey towards my destruction