Where am I taking this? I know not.
I hate looking at the clock these days. So much to do, so little time..and what am I ever going to gain out of doing anything at all? I sometimes wonder..not the most original thing to think about, but we all have our days.
I exist for myself in the few hours after early morning to sometime in the evening, and in these few hours, I truncate all that I love to bite sized abbreviations.
Getting swallowed in personal reverie, until it's time to be regurgitated back to banal blahs of life.
I've a book that smells of hundred paradise to keep me company for now.
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