Superfluous material

Superfluous, no longer needed and more or less as useless as an oxygen tank on a corpse. I slowly lock myself away. Not that ever significant was the presence or worth of labours, or that it matter they be;  (what care the wind of its direction? )  but to feel them useless now means that to someone, at least one, it had almost been meaningful onetime contrary to her (my) beliefs.  I know not if the door will re-open, nor if it matter that it does but I know that it is for the present time usless information: It means as much as the notion of direction does to the wind.  For now, I'll just blow away the thought and return to my foolishness.. and blow bubbles in the breeze.

(Isto há-de passar. Passa sempre, felizmente ou infelizmente, ou parvamente ou ..  hmfff..)