I Work Full Time
It has been one month since I came back here. To this place I call home all 46 years of my life. I have been immersed in work since the day I came back. Twelve-hour work days are the norm.
I take in the view the windscreen offers me at day end. It is not pretty. I navigate the vehicle around treacherous bends matted with steel ground slabs around the numerous roadworks on the island. Leonard Cohen's poetic voice is singing. I see just drabness and ugliness at every traffic light I stop at. All the time a voice tells me 'There is more to this.' And another voice cries, 'Oh really? Our role on earth is not to just pay bills and die?' And the conversation inside goes on, louder and louder. 'You who wish to conquer pain, you must learn what makes me kind; the crumbs of love that you offer me, they're the crumbs I've left behind.'
I have to take a panadol again. Bloody time of the month.
I take in the view the windscreen offers me at day end. It is not pretty. I navigate the vehicle around treacherous bends matted with steel ground slabs around the numerous roadworks on the island. Leonard Cohen's poetic voice is singing. I see just drabness and ugliness at every traffic light I stop at. All the time a voice tells me 'There is more to this.' And another voice cries, 'Oh really? Our role on earth is not to just pay bills and die?' And the conversation inside goes on, louder and louder. 'You who wish to conquer pain, you must learn what makes me kind; the crumbs of love that you offer me, they're the crumbs I've left behind.'
I have to take a panadol again. Bloody time of the month.
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