Night falls. Or has fallen. Why is it that night falls, instead of rising, like the dawn? Yet if you look east, at sunset, you can see night rising, not falling, darkness lifting into the sky, up from the horizon, like a black sun behind cloud cover. Like smoke from an unseen fire, a line of fire just below the horizon, brushfire or a burning city. Maybe night falls because it’s heavy, a thick curtain pulled up over the eyes. Wool blanket. I wish I could see in the dark, better than I do.
-The Handmaid’s Tale by Margaret Atwood
i really really want to leave this gawdforsaken city! i hate the fact that at least 12 hours of my day, i would spend at work. and sleep in an uncomfy faux leather covered bed that is barely made for sleeping. and with an air-conditioner blasting at you like you were a frozen pig or lamb leg.
but, minus the complaining mood, i am okay. i was terribly a mess yesterday. i thought i just might let myself go the rest of the week or for the time that i will have this friggin' schedule.
*fever recurs. not goin' anywhere.
maybe one day i'll snap.
maybe, i won't.
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