Thank God it's Friday, only two more working days until Monday
-- a common saying in the US Embassy in Beijing, reflecting the toxic work atmosphere there
I am writing today from the deep recesses of unspace, from the netherworld of Unterbegone, from cold, dark, postmodern, deconstructed exile where I, along with many other non-souls, am fleeing the unfleeable, escaping the inescapable, flapping the unflappable, and inexorably heading toward the exorable untoward.
How to keep a mind alive during a lifetime of living and working, fulfilling others' demands and tasks, always on the verge of expiring? Why even care? Reading "War and Peace" now brings no rewards, no extra points. Does it bring insight and enlightenment? Would I even know if, or when, I have attained it? I read -- literature, philosophy -- but is it just an empty exercise, another hollow "task" that I set for myself to complete? I like to think I can still feed my "soul" and edify my mind, but maybe I really have become zombified after all. Perhaps I should welcome it, not fight it, not "rage against the dying of the light" (so to speak) …
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