I had once felt the itching inevitability of the crash to come. The feeling was not desirable that I never wanted the same in my system again.
I did not know where to go. I do not know where to go, still. As of the moment, I am overcome by a profound and inexplicable inertia - occupied by wild dreams - but nothing seems to conceal the stain of these hallucinations. Everything seems to be incapable of conceiving a solution to my career woes, not even a vague plan.
Why so? I’ll sit down at the computer, intending to search for a career relief, everything possible is on my way in an instant by the help of Google and then wake up from fugue state hours later having accomplished nothing, as if I’d been hypnotized deeply by this procrastination - just listening to the ticks and tacks of my personal crises, but never awaken by them.
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