Sometimes, I think I need a form of religion in my life. Or rather, something that illuminates the hidden meaning behind the daily routines that epitomize banal reality. These few weeks have been feeling like ‘one step forward, two steps back’ in terms of personal stability; perhaps due to the crazed rush last week in order to make submission deadlines. Although right now, I’m in a slightly uncomfortable position of having little work to do, except for attempting to prepare for the looming deadlines that are approaching in a few weeks.

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There are times I feel so insubstantial, I could be an incorporeal being floating down the corridors. And maybe if I try hard enough, I could shift into another plane of existence.

 

 

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