You know you are in a sour spot when you have 638 unread mails in your personal inbox and at least 100 from known friends and acquaintances – waiting to be read and replied.
Your active mind wants to break the mould, while your inert inertia wants you to let it fester.
And then you sit and complain about the urban jigsaw and the accompanying latitude and loneliness.
When you are in a grave, anything you do, only seems to hole you in deeper 
Do nothing. As our yoga teacher used to say, “Be thoughtless” How very clammily charming
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