A Slow Cab
With work hours behind me, it's time to go home. I stuff things into my bag, lock the computer, and off to the streets I go.
I wait for a few minutes and hail a random taxi. That's how I commute. It's rush hour, so this will be a slow ride on a nondescript cab.
After work, before meeting wife and kids for dinner — It's here where I daydream. It's where I start to wind down.
What have been on my mind?
Sometimes you need to gamble.
I've been far, but very close.
I'm just playing games--I know that's plastic love.
Day one. I miss her so much.
History is always written by the winners.
Smiles are deceiving.
The answer should be mostly no.
We are all red dot chasers.
It will come for us all.
Sometimes you just need to take your mind out of what's annoying you.
When things are going too well, it's hard to not get worried.
Even a rat can make you smile (if you can find it).
Days are hours.
How about living on an eternal summer holiday?
It's all about perspective.
Time always passes. You can't run from it.
Looking forward to a warm and long bath.
The calm before the flood. Feel it.
Less. Less everything.
Why deep-fried food tastes so good?
Finally some resting time. bye.
It's humbling to look around and see that I'm not the only one fighting.
I could use some ramen for dinner. It's been too long.
Why I can't stop obsessing over stuff? Since I was a kid, I had trouble sleeping when something was on my mind.
Sometimes I feel so tired.
All these zoom meetings are soul-sucking fiends.