Hunger was the most pronounced emotion of the day. Next came the approaching situation of being broke, after I had liquidated my emergency deposits towards the cause of friendship that gives me more warmth than the blood coursing through me itself. Then followed irritation, after Jennet and I had sat down for a few words, and I found the possibility of being preliberated, but at the cost of currency. Fatigue - that of rambling through Aarey, then FilmCity, then the forests of SGNP onwards my way from GF to M4 - also got a honorable mention. Relief - in the AWOL-ship since 1400 which saw me into the theater for 127 Hours (much by coincidence) - was to take the last place. There was a lingering headache by the time my day drew to a close, but presently I'm cured and back into my primordial stasis.
I should nominate the word 'grief' as a synonym to the activities of small talk or time pass, both of which I experienced today, and as a result of which I had developed that headache.
Regularly find myself staring at my lifestyle from a third person perspective - a curiosity at a vantage point curiously eying the mundanities to follow in the day.
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