Friday, September 2, 2011
This Dreaded Place
i don't want to but i have to. coming to this point of facing the question: am i really on to the right argument? after writing for days, have what i written been a waste, what can i salvage, what should i throw away (to oblivion), which should i consider (and for how long?). neither the option of home (to seek the comfort of the stove or the oven) or the shop (buying fresh veggies and fruits) could bring solace. as if dread has to be endured by chaining myself to this chair until the clock ticks 5pm and there's no choice but to walk home. the only way to solace is enduring and facing one's mistakes.