Random Scribbles: Scenes When I Close My Eyes

Every morning, the books arrive. They come in boxes of the same shape and sizes. 24x24inches. Brown sturdy boxes that would then protect the soft covers of the books stocks from being mangled and such.

My job is to pile them in yet again precise, neat stacks by the corner of the office warehouse. This is my life, every morning of everyday.

By 10am, sometimes, I get done quite early, I get to sit at my desk, a very small one at that just by these neat stacks and I have a bit of time to ponder my life. I work with books but I never even wrote anything. I wish I did. Like one of these authors I glance about in the books that I receive at work. I’ve never read any of the man’s work though. Well, I haven’t read a lot of things in a long time. It is tough. My mind is dried up like a prune. I don’t even want to begin thinking about it, it just gives me a headache. So, I’ll just head on and type some paperwork and get on placing my boxes in a neat pile.

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10 February 2007
Houston Zoo
Houston, Texas

Time

Time is one of the greatest tormentors of a life. It moves so slow when the days are spent in hell. It moves swiftly away when all we want is to seize one joyful moment we are in.

Time can be one’s greatest ally, on the other hand. But only when one forgets about it.

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28 May 2007
overlooking Mexico City