A Life in the Day of a Blog

A callous on the eye lid is evidence of the toil of nod and the crunch of blink. Viscous lumps that tell of long hours spent careering around upon special rapids to and from this place to that. Mild at first but rapidly becoming full blown, these things appear and understandably so with all that nodding of and blinking as if there was a seed in their eyes. And now there's one lodged in mine and I find myself joining the ranks in the land of shinkan half sleep. Jaws drooping into collars pulled ajar, the boozy blush across every face gives the game away and you understand why; this land of half sleep is densely packed with the stuff of thoughts unfinished and the worry of hope. And so commuting, eating, sleeping and working are one. A single verb.

I feel myself drifitng off again although there is always something to keep you in this world - the flare of subway light that saturates sight, the hiss of pneumatics and the tip-toe of honorrifics. An old man offers a child a seat next to a man reading hentai. Everyone else is asleep. Or are they? Perhaps after all these years they've learnt to see through those heavy lids, fooling you into thinking that they were in their personal world and not, as it were, part of yours.

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