writing like this, with all the time in the world and poking at the keyboard with one finger is good for lazy monts. might comeup with actually acceptable stuff if i continue do this over a long time. too lazy, though, plus the shoulder starts to feel uncomfortable pretty soon. should've written that more concisely. rest... its good to be nowhere in particular...but that's just a feeling. actually, its just a slightly longer time delay on the inevitable blow-up-in-your-face situation that i'll be facing sometime in the future. come to think of it, i actually know a few things i should've been doing right now. but it's all good, the present is receding into the past at a pace very well-suited to my mood right now. sleepy and tolerant to the conversation of two or more adults and, intermittently, a 12-year old.
By Pink Floyd Excellent song. The lyrics pertain to (most probably) the group's experience itself. As such, it is funny and humorous, poking fun at the system of media barons and "chart" economics. I relate to it even more these days, when all I need is money. I am at peace, content, moksha-esque, even - but I do need money for subsistence. Which reminds me , how do I monetize my writings? Time to fire up the Vaio.
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