I have been away for quite some time now, and now that I am here, I would like to make a difference. I don't want to ramble, just share a few experiences.
Readjusting was the hardest part. Finding my way into this world all over again. It took me a whole week to finally wake up from an 8-hour sleep and not feel sleepy. It took me a whole week to realize that the trains kept going. There were only signs of life saying 'this way'. And I asked myself, what if I got there anyway?
Back to the main hole.
The city is the same; people are still driving their cars as if they're driving animal vehicles, women are still faceless, nameless and 'roleless', the men are still big inflated punch bags, you know, colossal football balls.
The city smells of stagnation, social stagnation. The trees sway with the wind, but it's like they don't want to. The only stable things with a function, value and self-respect are the traffic lights. I'm in love with traffic lights. They know when to stop, when to change, they give you their word and they stick to it. They know how to follow rules; everyday they do the same thing, probably at the same time too. They never let us down. They never cheat on us.
Wow. Traffic lights. They're more important and valuable than their makers. And they stand tall and straight. They survive all seasons (no matter how extreme) and they don't hide away in artificially modified rooms and pretend that someone is missing them.
I'm so behind on life.
That is why I'm here, drifting.
So that I can catch up with the basics. You know, the abscissa, lexicon, -iolgies.
