Logicless Logic

men at work.

The sound of industrial machinery whirs, slams, bangs, beeps in the background, sometimes softly, sometimes not so softly. In all this noise, enclosed in the little box I promised myself a mere 2 years ago, that I would never be enclosed in, I bend over the laptop, working on yet another instruction. Murky, unclear, and contradictory, like the human. A song plays from the radio, "神啊救救我吧..." echoing the voice of my heart. It wasn't the song I was thinking of though. I was thinking along the lines of "我好想好想飞，逃离这个疯狂世界..." It's a crazy world indeed.

It's a crazy world, where the force of money overcomes the force of gravity, where sleep is a resource as desirable, as scarce, as gold. And this rat, kicking and screaming (in my head), has been forced to enter the race. It is a race, not for victory, but for survival. The aim is not to win, but to not lose. The force of gravity is often overcome by the force of money. But sometimes it wins. In the war of attrition, sleep always finds you, even when you don't want it. Now I do want it, and it's tempting to succumb.

"Hey please send Mr Lee an email regarding......"

"Okay." (fuck)

justin.

posted by justin @ 12:09 PM