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Archives 2001-08-10 - 5:44 p.m.


There are occasions when you feel that the time is stretched, minute by minute, to make a certain period last longer than you thought it would. This is called torture.

It happens to be even more painful when it deals with disappointment, as the dwelling will increasingly lengthen the torture even more. As you struggle to fill your time with something constructive to do, everything seems to slow down against your favour. There is no cure for this.

And in the end, when there is nothing to do, and nothing to be had, you start thinking of silly thoughts. Thinking of things that you won't normally do, and as per circumstances, most of which end up to be bad things. Bad things which are non-recouperable, irrevocable. Things that you will regret forever.

And need I mention that the regret becomes more poignant, especially when the clock slowly winds it's way around the bend, mindful that you feel like shit.

This is the gospel of the day.

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