Like it once appeared in a 'Calvin & Hobbes' edition...my train of thoughts dint start from the station. It simply stayed put. The last few months have been full of erratic activity- a couple of books, some movies, a lot of work and vague wanton thoughts tending nowhere. My days seem to start before I wake up,my nights end in a sigh- wishing they never came at all. In all, I haven't grown to be any different.I suddenly find myself in a state of a confused hurry. Somewhat lost, yet walking very decidedly towards somewhere, as if the route was engraved on my back.Always with me, but never seen.So it is then, that I find at hand a whole lot of aborted ideas.
