I would have been happy. I am sure I would have been happy if I ever learned to love the present. Or at least if I was ever capable of living in the present. But the done and the to be, always smoke my mind. The same way in which currently the glass windows are hiding the view to the street. I often believe that "let there be light" killed a lot of things which should have survived. The things which should have been killed, only threw away there night vision gadgets and survived with there eyes wide open. They got careful not to kill there own kind by mistake and killed only the others. There breed got successful. Quantity killed quality and they became legal.
Right now I am in office seat number CAL5AA01 with a comp which is defined to be an asset and also got an asset number. I only got an Id. I think the more inert, dead you become the more prestigious becomes your description. The sealed glass windows only reflect the lights of the room and shows it in its decomposed form.
I have not seen too many things. But as everybody i have seen things change. Among the many changing things, one is the color. Colors were added or taken away from many things. Yellow bulbs were replaced by white ones. First the excuse was the dullness, the headaches, the straining red eyes resulted from the yellow light. Excuses doesn’t matter much and thus the white lights were expensive and few. Then the global warming came. A big thing. Excuse got promoted to reason. You do not matter, but to save earth the white bulbs started to become available.
Although the sun, the big yellow ball kept on winning over the moon light. The moon, I think after a couple of year or so will become a "what is that?" or “have you seen it today?" kind of thing. Even now we have to search for it in the sky. It’s like making a peg of whiskey and then forgetting the glass. The bottom of the glass becomes yellowish and the top portion remains relatively transparent. The day is when you make the peg. You forget about it in the evening. In the night various perverted light sources wrap you in noisy colors. Maybe the tranquil moonlight is above it somewhere. Day, have the tree leaves depressed, ash colored, covered in dust, drooping in blazing temperature. Night, have the tree leaves in perverted colors. Where is the green?
The high dome of the sky in night looks as if my mother was cooking an omelett with lots of oil and cooked it for some overtime. The saucepan, after this kept aside for a good wash, pretty much describes the dome of the sky at night. Its edges with burn marks and the center with the shine of the yellow oil and protected just a bit from burning. Everybody seems to be waiting for a "The day I sold my saucepan” before seeing all these.
Right now I am in office seat number CAL5AA01 with a comp which is defined to be an asset and also got an asset number. I only got an Id. I think the more inert, dead you become the more prestigious becomes your description. The sealed glass windows only reflect the lights of the room and shows it in its decomposed form.
I have not seen too many things. But as everybody i have seen things change. Among the many changing things, one is the color. Colors were added or taken away from many things. Yellow bulbs were replaced by white ones. First the excuse was the dullness, the headaches, the straining red eyes resulted from the yellow light. Excuses doesn’t matter much and thus the white lights were expensive and few. Then the global warming came. A big thing. Excuse got promoted to reason. You do not matter, but to save earth the white bulbs started to become available.
Although the sun, the big yellow ball kept on winning over the moon light. The moon, I think after a couple of year or so will become a "what is that?" or “have you seen it today?" kind of thing. Even now we have to search for it in the sky. It’s like making a peg of whiskey and then forgetting the glass. The bottom of the glass becomes yellowish and the top portion remains relatively transparent. The day is when you make the peg. You forget about it in the evening. In the night various perverted light sources wrap you in noisy colors. Maybe the tranquil moonlight is above it somewhere. Day, have the tree leaves depressed, ash colored, covered in dust, drooping in blazing temperature. Night, have the tree leaves in perverted colors. Where is the green?
The high dome of the sky in night looks as if my mother was cooking an omelett with lots of oil and cooked it for some overtime. The saucepan, after this kept aside for a good wash, pretty much describes the dome of the sky at night. Its edges with burn marks and the center with the shine of the yellow oil and protected just a bit from burning. Everybody seems to be waiting for a "The day I sold my saucepan” before seeing all these.
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