Ted was looking out the window having a serious think.
He was thinking about ‘that's that, then‘ and how final it all felt, which is strange because it’s been final for a long time.
Then he found himself jettisoned into sustainability and thinking about jobs.
Tiring all this thinking.

Looking out into, what looked like a typical wet winter’s lane in a quiet village, Ted seemed to be looking at something that no-one else could see. It was a dead self, lifeless. I’m not sure if it was a part of, a limb say, or a whole, but it was severed and deceased, lifeless, expired, no longer with us and had been nailed to its perch for a long time.
Ted felt pretty stuffed and empty ... all at the same time.

And then, without a moment ‘s pause was catapulted from seeing a passiv house, wondering if there was a job, looked, saw one, deadline that day, started an application but too late to complete... and then just slumped thinking he didn’t know what or where he wanted or where or what to be anyway.
So just got on with slumping.