Well then.
Perhaps I should try turning “an excuse” itself into writing.
My throat hurts badly right now.
I keep coughing.
It must have started yesterday, or maybe the day before.
I am probably doing what can be done.
Still, it has not fully cleared.
But I am not making much of it.
I feel a little dull.
If that is the case, then perhaps there is something that can only be left behind in this kind of state.
Or perhaps there is nothing at all.
It may simply be ego.
Either way, it does not matter.
Even under a cloudy sky, the sun is still rising.