Somehow the words don’t flow, thoughts don’t come rushing at once. Life as I know it, seems to have taken on a dull brown tinge (not dull gray, gray is sadness). Yes, dull brown. Slackened pace. No elation or depression.
Press releases. 3 cups of tea. DCs. Logos. Slugs. Muted races.
There is a dearth of things to bitch about. Living without complaints is doubtless, boring.
While smokers country-wide complain, restaurateurs worry themselves silly about imminent loss and Singur wails over the ‘farewell’.
The little things in life have slowly started to go unnoticed. We have moved on from childish issues to huger concerns, red wheelbarrows to swiping cards. The reaction, however, remains the same. If it doesn’t affect me, why bother? The past remains a distant dream. The future, uncertain. The present is dull brown.
:)
malarum malaraaa?
old chocolate