The darkness settles down all around. Outside is a haze of cars and buses flying by. The phone rings, but you are certain that if you answer it you will burst out crying. A dozen IMs waiting, you cease to bother. Almost as if life doesn’t make a difference to you. You look at the clock. Almost 5.15. Does time really matter? When everything you’ve worked for in the last 2 years is nothing but a colossal waste of it? You question your own credibility. Your confidence lies shattered to smithereens in some desolate corner of your mind. All you need now is closure. Deliverance.
January 21, 2008