Filed under: everyday living
After monitoring every word during the day, striping language to its most bare, most functional, it is a relief to add to odd additional adjectival clause.
I start wishing I was Levinas constructing elaboarte structures for my arguments or Orton piecing together the next mishap for my characters. In fact by 5:00pm I wish I was anyone but me. Sebastian, Cleopatre, Lear, for Christ’s sake. mmm… Sake, yes please.
Suddenly, the form of my life is important.
The way I organise my day is paramount. I imagine waking early to watch the crowds rush to work. I imagine wandering down to the cafe to watch me rush my morning coffee. I imagine the witching hour as my day begins to take shape. I construct my daily schedule in the hope that one day it will be mine to live.
I have never felt trapped in this way before. I felt like my life was going nowhere fast. Now I feel like I am stuck on repeat. But now i know that there is no way to get ahead so I should just stop struggling to improve my lot. We say that the Hindu are harsh allocating everyone their place. But the West holds out the promise of moving up while holding the ladder close.
