The Search for Reason
 

 
The music of awakened Solitude, is like the dance of falling leaves; the sound of silence carried by the tinkling of bells a thousand miles away.
 
 
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Monday, January 05, 2004
 
On Retrenchment
The tribe has spoken. And it is I who will be leaving Survivor Islands tonight to rejoin civilization. Things are in a pathetic state. Once out of job, I will be forced to draw, read, write, swim, play chess with old folks, take up courses, go gym and commit myself intensively to basketball to pass my time.

Suddenly, unemployment never seem so good.


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