Mountains, fields and such stretch out to the horizon. Only occasionally, however, do we let our eyes gaze so far. Much of the time they stare a feet in front of us. This makes the muscles behind them tight.
As I sat in my room, listening to the vague electrical’s of King Crimson, I thought of age and accomplishment. What have I added to the world? Should I have eaten fewer cookies (actually in my case, more cookies)?
I wouldn’t call it a block. I would call it a bottleneck. It’s not having nothing to say rather having too many things to say. As my mind fights to settle on an answer it becomes numbed in the skirmish of thoughts. Firecrackers, streamers and black holes.
I switched on the World Cup the other night to wind down after work. My home country was playing. I’m normally neutral when it comes to sports. But for kicks, I decided to start cheering for them.
When I was still on the third floor at work, every morning at 9.30 am I would hear a mysterious rattling sound. I would sit still and shift my eyes. I could not put my finger on it. My best guess was an applause following a meeting. Someone here must have been a riveting speaker.