Lights out

Over the past few days I have successfully learn how to feel sleepy at 2230 hrs. And indeed, I am partially drowsy. Not sleep walking nor talking but sleep typing.

Today was another beautiful day. Another day of freedom and bliss. I would not really say life on that darn island is exactly hell but to be precise it's really the island of reduction. You feel like a small fry on it, and when you exit it's reduction locus you suddenly feel as if your power has been magnified by a power of twenty three. Amazing! That's relativity for you, the power of contrast.

I did nothing much today actually. I played the piano. Dust off my pieces, and that's about it. No time for passage forging and refining work. I ain't got such luxury of time. I woke up still thinking I was on that darn island in the stuffy haunted bunk waiting for something to happen. But no, I was sitting there with freedom in abundance excess. What to do now? Shall I get permission to carry on. Go toilet, how? Suddenly, life flips 180 degrees again. It was what it was all the while, but fifteen days is enough to go on topsy turvey mode. Thats why they call it the adjustment period.

And to be precise, my dreams included fire drill and many many heads out. Wonder why.

Lights out!