I’ve read somewhere that an oxen and a crab are the perfect match. Is that so true? Or was that there, simply to make me happy for just one glimpse of life. Two hours. That was all. It happened all over again. And will continue to be so. The oxen will ride off, away from the danger as the crab is caught in a net, cooked and served. A delicious feast for the unsuspecting oxen.
Lack of water is never good.
There is only work. There is only talk. One or the other. Nothing in between. Lay down and think. Mindless thoughts. Be free. None matters. In between.
I wonder how badly someone can over think. Is there a diagnosis for this? A psychological problem? It gets in the way of things. Intrudes. Bogs the mind. Is there a way to clear it? To clear your thoughts?
There are good days and then there are the bad days. Good days should be enjoyed. Bad, reflected upon. Both always written down. Both, always remembered.