Strange kind of discomfort...

Heaviness in the chest... burning in the eyes.. restless of the mind...

What's the point.. I wonder.. maybe none...
but then... why wonder.. if there's no point ?!

The damp earth after the rain.. it smells like stagnated seepage in the walls now..

The comfort of my independence... seems like a burden of existence..

How ironic.. Time Machine on HBO...

I remember.. from "The Interpreter" they kept a list of favorite words..
Cashew nuts used to be one of my favorites....
Idyllic was my friends's... that's how he described his time spent with me.. twas a long long LONG time ago...

I think watching Time Machine for the 11th time will put me to sleep..