Epiphanies

This hasn’t exactly been a very productive day. The time had been passing slowly and chewed off a fair bit of his will to live. I make it sound more horrible than it was, right? Right.

It’s just work. Now he’s home and has a beer, presumably. Or two, more likely. That’s the official dose to cope with things each day. Is that alcoholism? I suppose. When he left home this morning, things looked drabber than yesterday. Is that pessimism? I suppose.

The people on the tube had minded their own business. That’s where it starts. We look at people who read shitty newspapers, play Sudoku, listen to music. And we already phrase all that as being ‘business.’ That’s right in a way, though. It’s not, presumably, what they’d do if they weren’t headed for work. They’d sit in their homes, read another shitty newspaper, have their grey breakfasts and have the telly running at the same time, instead. Then they’d do the dishes, or have their children do them after winning the argument over that again. Then, they’d clean the garage or do the laundry. Or both. Then they’d yell at their children some more. Or at their neighbours.

Mhm. Sounds like business to me, too. Maybe going to work and be yelled at by their bosses is what keeps them sane. Relatively.

Or not. How am I supposed to know? I’m just a shitty newspaper.

Tried this 5min writing/5min editing thing. Came up with some pretty dark lines on alcoholism and work. Not sure why. I've had better ideas on the loo than this in front of my laptop. Maybe I should write on the loo.

PS: changed the 5min/5min rule to writing while listening to Pole - Lurch (amphibian) (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rmaZQNLwRzs) and editing while listening to Pole - Moos (moss) (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=es8R-180Eq4)