Thursday, June 03, 2021

3391 : The endgame

Life is a strange sort of game that we have constructed. We can spend days and months without meaningfully engaging with another human person or a system. 

I don't remember the last time I spoke poetry with someone? Or philosophy. 

We all are so busy judging each other - or dragging down our markers - winning the game of darts - and then of course filling our life with work. 

It all seems to pass by. The great journey, where most of us are ticketless passengers. 

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