Apparently, someone just shook the hourglass. Each grain seems to be flowing faster than usual. Maybe my mind is ensconced in a reality a dimension apart from that which the rest of my body inhabits. Just some mumbo jumbo.

'our time is running out
our time is running out
you can't push it underground
you can't stop it screaming out'

Lyrics when taken out of context seem to take on the meaning that you imbue it with. Apt, nevertheless. You always hear that Plato, Nietzsche, Gandhi, Lincoln, MLK - had the same number of hours as anyone else. They managed to achieve so much, yet others rot away. My ineptitude is in stark contrast to these luminaries.

'Get out of the rut dude'

Speaking of rotting away, due to certain circumstances I found myself having to wait at the void-deck of a block for quite some time. Well, having nothing else to do apart from acting busy with my phone - did some people watching. There was this dude - apparently drunk (face all ruddy, actions unsteady) sitting on one of the benches. He would stare at a spot on the table, possibly hoping that the earth would suddenly yield gold. Then he would look up and gaze around. This continued for awhile. Then he stood up. Looked blankly around. Shuffled around with the seasoned inebriates' walk - to a nearby tree, and examined it branches and leaves. Then he shuffled back to the benches and went back to sleep. Must be in his 40-s or so. I would think that he didn't really have much in the way of a job (maybe a meagre one to supplement his booze) and the beat-up bag he carried could possibly have been his home-on-a-back (hermit crab? But which hermit boozes?)

It was a scary thought - when I tire imagining myself in that position. A life without purpose is not worth living. If all you do is to live from bottle to bottle, then you are better off in a halfway-house. I hope I never have to face such a dire situation. It seemed like a timely reminder to not slack off in my slowly (go faster!!) progressing course of study. These few months literally determine the rest on my/your/our life - about 150 days to go before full readiness has to be attained. I just hope I reach that level by that time. Miracles may happen, but then you should be putting in the effort before luck/or whatever omnipresence, helps you along.


stuck between two lips
one, red and quavering
the other, distant and pale
yet it draws you in
you desire to be closer
to that which you are furthest away