And just like that, the passage of time always proves right. It always
wins. Until there's such a period that time loses, then it is the
ultimate force in the universe. It overcomes gravity. There's
places of incredibly dense gravity, but none so dense that it's impenetrable by
time. There's some leakage of information (which would include time) in
there. The next one is the one that hits closest to home, and it's
inevitable. There's nothing you can do about it. Time is lost to
me, but time wins overall. And it is what it is. You can't fight
it, or can you? We need to think outside the box to get what we
want. Can I count? Maybe, and I'm too fast to know what's going
on. I'm in the most weirdest of moods right now. Can I get myself
in gear? No, not really.
This day is a lost cause. Maybe I'll feel better after lunch.
Yesterday could have been so productive. But I give up. I don't
know why anybody presses on, because in the grand scheme of things, existence
is futile. I've done some work, but not enough to satisfy me. Why
did I even get up this morning? 1 hour to go. 1 day to go. I
just want to sleep. There's always some shock, some sort of surprise to
the system. It gets rarer these days, as I get older and more jaded and
cynical. I'll calcify and I'll become something else. It's happened
to others.
Joaquin out.
