I sit down and consider
this day- “my” day- just as I do every day; reflecting on my self-imposed
duties and ways of leisure to get around them, taking every day exactly like it
is: by day; one day at a time; day after day, like some anthropomorphic herd
shuffling unconsciously along, seamlessly and with no end in sight. I do not
daunt on the future. I do not think of my problems or monetary concerns. I
think only of the period of 24 hours and how it will be passed most painlessly,
if I can: most pleasurably. This is my only plan- my only ideal. There is no
quest for glory or salvation and no desire for the fulfilment of ‘dreams’,
there is only the 24 hours, and sleep, reviving each time as a new season until
I reach the advent of my own December, where I might then, sleep eternally
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