Too lazy to be ambitious.
I let the world take care of itself.

Ten days' worth of rice in my bag;

a bundle of twigs by the fireplace.

Why chatter about delusion and enlightenment?

Listening to the night rain on my roof,

I sit comfortably, with both legs stretched out.
-Ryokan

Just so.
My hair uncombed. Pulled carelessly into a little roll.
GettingSomeSembalanceOfOrderIntoMyLife lists lying forgotten and unattended to.
Comfortably numb to that little nudge and pang of guilt that I should be studying.
In yesterday’s clothes. I refuse to think.
Twirl my hair around my finger and sing to the darkness.
Thumb through pages of Shogun. Just a little more.
And the sappy movies. And the sinful food.
And the soft pillow by the dull glow of the bedside lamp.
Sinking into nothingness and sweet oblivion.


Oh, there’ll be more of these.
Every now and then I come out of the reverie and slap my forehead.
Just to go back to it a little later.