heading somewhere

i am taking the job, the new environ might do me some good. they threaten to bury me for three months at least and that is a good prospect. anything to break away from the rut i am in.

i often feel i can touch the life that is flowing past me in a hurry; that i can see myself and life around, with some amount of detachment. but then, i guess, a lot of others feel the same too. generally bored creatures who are lazy in the bargain. life is indeed tedious as i wait on to get on some caravan, playing good music and heading to exotic land of fun and frolic.

the t junction

the music of chance, i loved that book by auster. the music he talks about is sometimes loud, so loud that it threatens to break the ear drums. and sometimes, so soft that it barely is a whisper. and i have learned that whispers are what i need to strain my ears to.

right now, there is almost an avalanche of whispers burying me. at home and at the work front. i am walling myself away from him, i have nt made my escape yet, i fear.

a new job, it is an upheaval. will my survival instincts work? should i resist the call now and refuse to budge, i am waiting for answers