It is 5 A.M. in the morning. I have just woken up from an uneasy slumber. "So very unlikely of me", I wonder.
I get up to drink some water. A lovely breeze is blowing outside. I think it rained last night. Hmm. I smell the sodden earth. So very refreshing. But this is no time for enjoyment and I shuffle back into the confined spaces. Yellow light flickers into place. I am in familiar surroundings.
I must study now. Numbers and electrons. Statistics and Holes. Modulation and Society.
A book is already open. The one I was reading before I went to sleep. I had found it boring I remember. But my choice in these matters is limited and I must trudge along.
"What's the problem then?", Mind retorts back. "Nothing", say I and shyly start flipping through the pages. But soon the interest is lost.
Mind wanders in unfamiliar lanes. They are not that pleasant. But it sticks around. Gaping at the horrors perpetrated. It's disgusting. The very thought of it all. Mind is overwhelmed and staggers back into the present.
"The future looks bleak", it tells me. "I know", I confess. "But I had thought it better not to tell you. You'd be troubled."
Mind doesn't speak to me. It's frustrated at my helplessness and and I at mine. We both amble along. Each finding solace in the other's company.
I get up to drink some water. A lovely breeze is blowing outside. I think it rained last night. Hmm. I smell the sodden earth. So very refreshing. But this is no time for enjoyment and I shuffle back into the confined spaces. Yellow light flickers into place. I am in familiar surroundings.
I must study now. Numbers and electrons. Statistics and Holes. Modulation and Society.
A book is already open. The one I was reading before I went to sleep. I had found it boring I remember. But my choice in these matters is limited and I must trudge along.
"What's the problem then?", Mind retorts back. "Nothing", say I and shyly start flipping through the pages. But soon the interest is lost.
Mind wanders in unfamiliar lanes. They are not that pleasant. But it sticks around. Gaping at the horrors perpetrated. It's disgusting. The very thought of it all. Mind is overwhelmed and staggers back into the present.
"The future looks bleak", it tells me. "I know", I confess. "But I had thought it better not to tell you. You'd be troubled."
Mind doesn't speak to me. It's frustrated at my helplessness and and I at mine. We both amble along. Each finding solace in the other's company.
