I see Shiva in his classic meditative position in the middle of a war. I see a hurricane party. I see a kid with his ghetto blaster, dancin' in what's left of the decrepit buildings of what was industrial Detroit. I see a lass breakin' out in the song, "I Feel The Earth Move", as an earthquake strikes. I see a combination of detachment, and a lot of fun. I see wisdom. I see individuals who know the score.
And I see I might still have to stay my full alloted 18 months. Seems like my side-project is in desperate need of an overseer, from what I just saw. People really should make it a habit to double check their work. So shall I spend the rest of my perhaps 14 odd months in nihilistic hedonism even though I know nihilism is a flawed philosphy?
Nahhhhhhhh. But I will continue bitching about my state, and I must admit I still don't know for sure how long I am stuck here. I only know the absolute worst scenario, which is that I'm trapped until about mid-April of 2012 if everything goes wrong. Bein' homesick is a drag. At least I have my best mates with me, and though for all my complaints, quite a bit of fun is had. It's just when you know there is something better. . .
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