Incredible ennui! Yaaaaaaaaaaaaaaawn!
Strange times.
Morning sprints beckon.
morning boy's letters on serious matters and commentary on funny things aplenty
Incredible ennui! Yaaaaaaaaaaaaaaawn!
Strange times.
Morning sprints beckon.
The distant and the macro matters don’t excite me much. In fact, nothing excites me at the moment, especially staring into this laptop.
It’s taking some time to emerge out of the horror of family get-togethers.
What do I say about myself… Only now discovering what these photographying machines lying with me for years are capable of! All the while thinking ‘I am a good photographer’. Hell, I now am somewhat a decent photographer.
Am trying to find folks who don’t believe in music’s redemptive powers… Another weird attempt to find like-mindedness.
I’ve come to hate management-speak. And realizing that I can’t possibly morph my venture into an organization where there are plenty of people working. There goes ambition.
That peculiar way in which my smile emerges, as if I’ve lost the art of smiling, what a horror!
How boring is preparation! It has taken my life to find preparation interesting.
Few things have been interesting for a continuous stretch of time. That’s the issue with my learning.
I just have to wonder, wander and write with the words and syntax I have.
Excitement barely translates, transforms, transports into ambition. What a tragedy!
Breathless with over-promising excitement, till I come to read books.
A lot of my life
And loss
Courtesy, the non-pursuit of inconvenience
Enthusiasm among these ordinary moments, how how how?
These are sloth-filled times for me. Tomorrow, I determine I will slog.
Even before the ease of tapping offered by the mobile phones, I was an impatient nut.
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