The first working day of this week and I’ve being sick by it already.
In spite the fact that I couldn’t get asleep for a really long time (as usual recently) and even wrote a post under the blanket the last night, today I’ve got up in time. The grey reality of late sunrise and calm show falling down. The road to the work lost its autumn charm and became timid. Summer, autumn and spring don’t seem regular to this place, those seasons are rather moments to come and go. The winter, on the other hand, is the natural state, it’s emptiness, deadness is the ultimate truth. It’s constant and moveless, it’s like a person without makeup and outwear, just like it is. Ugliness is a constant.
While complecting mediocre books at work I was even considering should I or should I not to write it down. I mean the fact that most of the day I spend making the machinery work. And obviously, I decided to write it down. That easily made my tangible (after weekend) mind to bore. The girl who works with me amazes me week by week with her local dialect. She’s a good person but I can’t help noticing her illiteracy.
I was desperate to play some phrases I watched in “BlacKkKlansMan” or to act at all, to say things out loud and move my body. “I’m black and I’m proud!” for example. Or “I never considered myself as a Jew and then I was there denying it out loud” (roughly) That’s so strange to not to be able to discuss a film! I really liked this one though originally I just wanted to watch some Adam Driver’s acting. (such a fifteen-years-old logic!)
I took a taxi to get to the New town, and it was wise considering the traffic jam. But the driver amazed me, he drove a car and watched a film on a tablet! Sorry, what?! I was listening to a new Pozner interview and didn’t care. I came earlier and finished earlier.