Saturday, September 06, 2008
The gentle hum of the aircon puntuated by the incessant tapping of fingers upon a keyboard are the only sounds that fill my room. A certain calm awashes me and bright sunny golden light stream through the window, illuminating and warming an otherwise cool quiet haven. Beyond the usual sound, an unusual throbbing permeates my head, as i ponder thought that slip me by like wind on a breezy day. Slippery floating never still, i conclude i cannnot pin them down at will like i always did before. But this stability i lay claim to or assume to possess never existed, a certain inertia overtakes me as life overtakes me, as academics picks me up like a draft, guiding my paper wings in a tumultous flight through the gusty journey of life. I walk and keep walking, trying hard not to look at the throns, stopping only to rest, keeping my eyes forward, not even to suffer kindness to a fellow fallen stranger. Perhaps even friends. Time becomes fleetingly ephermaral, dissappating as quickly as it came, washing by me like cool morning rain on a wintry day. A sense of helplessness as we perceive time flowing by, our grasping, attempts to swim results poignantly in a sense of sinking. The more we struggle the deeper we get, but when i relax and let the tides of chronos sweep me, only then do i float again. To pen is to float or paradoxically to sink as i attempt to pin time down to text. Futile but yet we try, as we attempt to stay time, time trickles by regardless, the equalizer of all men as each of us count the calender leaves towards a certain impossibility of a literary legacy. But today i try, i puntuate, i capture, i stake a claim at this moment in history, 12,26 pm 06 septemeber. Let it be remembered that i did try.
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