Monday Thinking
Another one of those Mon-days dawns the calendar, resetting work-weeks everywhere. I have an image of many sitting half-lidded at desks, staring blankly at waiting screens while wondering where to begin.
Or maybe that's just me…can't quite tell.
Here's what I do know. The brain is a strange thing. When it's processing, it seems to wait until evening to scratch away at the absurd. Mine is an experimental theatre of half-baked images and nonsensical storylines mixed with an oversized portion of rising surface tension (usually dealing with sex). This almost always makes me wake in a semi-undead state and craving coffee.
I see flash images of fantasy, flesh and tasks undone. I hear Spring approaching, knowing that's my due date for most things.
I guess this means I'm waking up?
What about you?
