Month in a NUT

Not weird but ordinary, the days are rolling and the clocks are never stopping ticking, our cells multiplying, we are growing, everything is changing and nothing & no-one dares to pause.
I read and heard some who are celebrating the summer end and autumn kick. I wish I can feel and celebrate the same but in this land of eternal dust nothing can be felt except sun bathes and curry smell. I will sound lame if I explain more.

The month of September which I always hated, wasnt hated this year. Simply cause I didnt feel the glooms of its approach. It went as if it didnt. I confess that without the help of the tiny bottom-right area of my screen that gives me the calendar, I would never know when the hell I am. Is it a start of detach from my natural rituals and habits or a change from within?

What I miss in this country is a place where I can sit and contemplate. A place where I can see the clear skies, count the stars, hear the whispers of nature and smell the ground flames. This place where we can run-away from time to time from the huge cement cage and the endless sculptures spread all over the city. A place where we can think and heal away from the organized chaos and high-tech life we are immersed in. The absence of such a place is the result of the hyper tempers everybody is having, me being one.

Now I am packed and ready to undergo a maybe-change. As usual I dont expect much of anything since my negativity always colors the scene and makes it happens (negatively). I am simply not expecting, I am keeping everything flow with Buddah's river of life. If anything happens, the coming post will state it.

For the time being, I will capitalize on the sprees coming out of my new outfit, continue buttering and equivocating the immensive stabber, deceiver, & quacker I have ever ever seen, who is totally mounted 2 feets on my west.

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