On days like these, time exists merely to give the hour hand of my watch a reason to turn. Morning, noon, evening, all are fused into everlasting grey. The ambient light bears no angle and the shadows it casts are shapeless and ambiguous. Only dawn and dusk mark the arrival and departure of that grey ambiance which permeates every creak and corner. From black to grey to black again.
The sky above is a formless grey band, infinitely far away and still all-encompassing.