My head is crashing at an alarming rate
Scrap metal here and scrap metal over there. It seems like they're all in piles. What's going on around here? Smoke is coming from the windows over there at the elementary school. Things are slowing down to the speed of thick gravy. It took hours for that dog to get around the block but no sign of anything routine anymore. Lights all show yellow and I don't see any cars. In fact I don't see anything alive except one tree. I sit under it until I regain consciousness.
Lost the connection, am I even learning anymore? It feels like pushing a boulder up a hill that is slick with vomit. Better get the sawdust out but even if that helps my tread, will I ever get to the top. Is Sisyphus laughing or crying?
-unspoken testament to waking up at 6am for the past week
Lost the connection, am I even learning anymore? It feels like pushing a boulder up a hill that is slick with vomit. Better get the sawdust out but even if that helps my tread, will I ever get to the top. Is Sisyphus laughing or crying?
-unspoken testament to waking up at 6am for the past week
3 Comments:
wasn't it Albert Camus' spin on Sisyphus where he actually learned to love the task? that's the trick i guess, but not an easy one (like a switch-nollie-fakie-900-over-the-gap on tony hawk pro skater).
Let not the fruit of action be your motive to action. Your business is with action alone, not with the fruit of action. - Bhagavad Gita
Alright, I'm going to try to break through the thick layer of sarcasm we usually have to speak in terms of: Jeff, you are quite the wordsmith, and when your writing works it is really evocative, and right to the point without being cliche in ANY way. This is one such post. BRAVO SIR!
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