This is intended to put down the uselessness, futility of this exercise I brought upon myself. It’s like having your wings clipped, but can roam the entire world, or like having an alarm on your leg, on house arrest.
Time-outs are the worse kind. It makes you pace about in your sub-conscious.
Academic exercises like these wear me out to the bone. Mind-weary, masticating the meanderings of success in its most superlative. And who would want to pass out on eternal bliss? There is value in waiting, when you realize that it is, after all, a long enough life.
Cos you will grow weary of the climax. Repeat 100,000,000 times.
How are you doing? Thanks for asking.
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