This is the way the world ends
This is the way the world ends
This is the way the world ends

Not with a bang, but a whimper.

I've been neglecting my blogging and writing ways. Not because I don't enjoy feeling thinking complaining but out of sheer fear and laziness.

Fear that what I produce isn't good enough and then being too lazy to correct it.

On reading week right now, more like working week, lofting week , eating week, sleeping week.

I've been suspicious of sleepwalking for the past few nights. Early this morning, 3 am maybe, I had to pee. I was still sleeping but dreaming about peeing (don't act like you don't dream about drinking when thirsty, or gorging on food when hungry, that's Freud's dream theory of wish-fulfillment right there, anyway). And that moment, that second where your eyes crinkle even more shut and then peek open, which tends to happen immediately after turning over, happened when I was at my bedroom door, half-dressed and afraid to fully open both eyes, because I was in denial of the fact that I almost made it to point B (bathroom) while still in dream mode.