.a written note.

Sleep consisting of endless possibilities of illustrations and strokes of brushes of bruised thoughts and wishes. And then an alarm A wake-up call, hey it’s a new day. Waking up to an already awake world still rejoicing in the sunrise with toothpaste, a different brand from home’s. Time - travelling at the back of mind. Time - travelling, always. A reminder. Present Tense. Use grammar of life. When you are in present, live in the present. Mirror. Acknowledgement. Officially, the day starts.

As I see my fingers resting on the keyboard here, I can’t help but feel a sense of belonging. At the same time, I now wonder how many places and people and things are there that make you feel this sense of belonging. Do we always seek this? Are we scared to not belong anywhere? No, I don’t think so. The fact is we really do not belong anywhere. We are mastered by none. We belong nowhere but to ourselves alone. Therefore, when we feel the same emotion that something; anything, anyone, any place; shares our shade of colour, we begin to feel sheltered, comforted and safe and sound, whatever that is. We are mechanized to like shades of our own colour. If I am Black, I am more likely to settle with Grey than Blue, a very attractive colour but hailing from a different tribe of shades. If by chance I do jell up, depending upon each of our influence over one another, we might overrule and we might find joy in overruling each other, we might loathe each other for our differences. The coin can t...