Was updated on the "Earth Hour" three hours too late by Yogi, who cursed the damn fad that held his inbox hostage at his workplace (in the "light" of which - pun intended - he returned back home annoyed). But, if I remember, during that hour I was hopping on wooden planks that make the railway tracks, crossing which safely in the pitch dark made for my intermediate target, the final one being my dentist's chair. And I was well glad my dentist didn't celebrate the Earth Hour, or I'd returned with some exotic feature - one to be televised on that show, "When Dentists Want Blood". In cities where streetlights are either stolen, or deliberately left unused for cost-cutting measures (thanks, corruption) the concept of Earth Hour will gain little traction. The guilt of being complete assholes in our lives cannot be cut short by a short (power)cut.
In other news, I am in another coordinates again. In more news, my day was rather featureless, as be the norm. Out for now.
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