February 29, 2004
Leap
It has to be done.One of several things that have to be done, today. Some tailoring. Some familiarity. Some scritchy-scratching on over-absorbent paper with a split nib and indian ink, watching the words seep out into soggy illegibility. Some fleeting intercontinental contact, if possible. It's enough.
Some days -- many -- time is a hurdle to be cleared, an obstacle and an ordeal. I just wish this was over. And when it is, it's gone for good.
Others, there isn't enough to go around. Not enough day, not enough time, not enough life.
It's hard not to resent those under-achieving hours and minutes, those pointless chores, that awful waste.
Estragon: It would have passed in any case.
Today, obviously, gives us nothing that wasn't already there. Just another day that we happen to count differently. Its rarity is an illusion.
Well. Three cheers, then, for illusion. Here's to that little bit extra.
Posted by matt at February 29, 2004 04:33 PM
