The Vast Conundrum

It takes forever to get from one place to another, and once I get somewhere, they almost invariably present me with a list of things they want to cover that exceeds what can possibly done in the time available. And so the week begins, in about four hours at precisely 5:00am, I will get up, make myself presentable, and start walking toward the train station. I will arrive at the station, and will board my first train of the day, in what will amount to about seven hours spent on the rails, bookended by forty minutes of walking, with twenty in the middle. Somehow in-between eight hours of commuting, I have to get an entire day’s work done.

The weatherman is smiling when he says it might hit 80 degrees this week. Why is he smiling? He doesn’t smile when he announces 20 degree weather, I don’t know what’s to be excited about when it’s oppressively warm. It’s only April, it has no business being hot out already. What happened to Spring?

I am going to try writing at this site again. I need a place to dump some thoughts, I’ve pretty much turned pseudoreal into a photoblog site, and this is as good a place as any.