I’m wearing my spectacles. There are raindrops on my spectacles. I’m trying to write something through the little spots that these raindrops have made on the glasses of my spectacles. It’s today’s challenge for me. I know it doesn’t meaning anything. Just saying.
It continues to rain through this evening and I think it will rain all night. I had planned to go on a long walk tonight. Now, I’ve forgotten about it. It isn’t happening tonight. It won’t be long before I’m asleep.
For the past few days, I’m recording my sleep pattern. I wake up every hour. Interesting! I wake up every hour, go to pee and get back under my blanket. The process repeats every night. Every night ends in morning. Interesting! I wake up late and rush to work.
Workplace can be an interesting place. It depends on the people working there and their bonding with each other. Ah what crap!
The time is 10:43 night. Listening to this song from 40s. It’s about a prostitute whose heart is broken, and she sings to his lover so that he doesn’t leave. But he has left. All that remains is the melodious singing of the prostitute who sits on the floor in the middle and sings all night to her patrons.
Where am I. What am I. This wind. This night. This moonlight. It’s all taken from some place else. I’m an imitation, a repetition. I scratch my beard in utter disgust and listen to this new song from 60s. Sung by a male, no less heart broken that that prostitute. What a song! What a night! What an incredible night!
– Tomic
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