Making Millions out of Billions
Division is the key, non?
Dividing life into sections…youth, adolescence, middle age, retirement, weekdays, lunch hours, smoke breaks…
That’s the only way to get the laundry done repetitiously enough to keep the boy’s teacher from wondering as to my parenting abilities. I need an internal clock, or maybe just a cell phone, to set up daily reminders to do things so that I don’t just work and read emails from dawn until just before dawn the next day…
Affixing the Trap
Of course, schedules are the anti-thesis of my entire life process. It’s hard to fight the system when you rely on its official increments of measurement with regards to time. But nonetheless, I desire it. Like I love to fill out surveys and forms. Most “artists” claim that creativity is the opposite of form-filling, but I find solace in placing letters into given squares and accurately filling in the holes for multiple choice questions regarding my favorite brand of soap or what my second choice would be, were I to have one, in the cigarette hobby of my life.
But aside from that, affixing the trap is more associated with the conditional statements we place on our lives to ensure that we are as least subject to true freedom as possible. Inventing offices so that we have somewhere we have to go, too early in the morning for our liking and too often in the week likewise. I escaped only to enflict a similar situation on my son, which in turn results in me waking and facing the day in a similar manner to arrive him to the schoolyard before bells ring all hell and teachers skirt up to preach life skills.
But at least my fingers are feeling nimble and the syntax is falling pleasingly into place for this bitter jelly donut morning of a MiddleYear day…