I left my green book and favourite journal pen at home. It's driving me bananas.
I'm frozen. Positively so. I find myself in constant immobility much too often these days. Absence of a will. Everything blurs into mindless actions. Mechanical. And I ain't even a well oiled machine.
It's difficult. And you wonder if this state of suspension is deigned to be so. What is free will anyway. I don't know. Nobody knows. Probably fictional I assume. To an extent, that is. But really almost EVRYTHING is SOMETHING to an extent.
A banana is yellow, to an extent (it has brown spots on it too y'know). It is cylindrical, to an extent.
How tiresome.
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