It’s Friday and I should be celebrating for surviving yet another week. I’m not. Instead, I have Aru Ame no Hi (A Day in the Rain) on loop and I have no desire to do anything other than stare at the view my near-the-big-corpo-windows desk affords me.
Last night, I admired the lights and the stillness of the night. Halfway to the Ayala bus stop the rain pitter-pattered on the walkway’s roof. By Greenbelt, the rain was violent enough that people cowered under roofs and awnings. Somehow, it seemed fitting for my mood.
I like autopilot; it’s sad though when I think about it. It’s sad when your only solace is apathy, when the only comfort is in solitude.
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