Underneath the Atlas of immediate expectations,
Of pending papers, incumbent examinations,
Bearing and bursting tattered seams of discipline,
Tick-tocking verily, a veritable exhaustive end.
in chaos, clarity
Underneath the Atlas of immediate expectations,
Of pending papers, incumbent examinations,
Bearing and bursting tattered seams of discipline,
Tick-tocking verily, a veritable exhaustive end.
mutatis mutandis
A subtle change is happening. I feel it most during those
incoherent hours between sleep and wakefulness, vast and vacuous moments of
apathy to the world that pepper and interject my days, and sometimes nights.
They mingle and trickle beneath the seemingly bland normalcy (if, one could
imprecisely classify it as such). It may be a harbinger of something more
pervasive, invasive and assertive that has yet to find fruition. So far, this
paradigm shift is neither malevolent nor malignant, at least to my knowledge.
