afternoon meditation
farewell to the eight-hour day, yeah i know people died for it and i was trying to make it a rule to live by but today it looks like i will spend 11-hours fighting oppression, which is itself ironic and sad and postmodern and so perfect it makes me laugh. the important thing is that like everything else this isn't permanent, not even close and one day i'll look back and it will have seemed like one day that was over so fast that i didn't even blink. so they say. mainly i am just tired, tired of this and of this gritty city and just wanting to get out of here and move on to something else, somewhere else...at the same time, out of the corner of my eye, i can see a direction fomenting which is interesting and strange and we'll see where it leads. but for now, i am tired and i just want to go home. maybe i'll read a book.