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ניל ירדן
/ Won't Stand Still

It's Sunday.
No, wait... It's Monday. Damn.
This just keeps happening to me.
It's time. It's not as reliable as it used to be. For some
reason, every time I try to do something, a day goes by.
Or two hours. Or twenty minutes. They just disappear. It
keeps happening, and I can't stop it.
I tried.
I stopped all the clocks back home, and sat down to read a
book. That's not much of a demand, is it, to read a book?
It didn't work. The damn sun wouldn't stop nagging me. Most
of the time it looks as though it's crawling across the sky,
ever so slowly, but just turn your head the other way and
see the shadows on the wall shift so quickly that the sun
must be zipping past at insane speeds.

I only finished the book days later. At least I think they
were days. They might have been weeks, for all I can tell.
It gets more confusing by the minute, if such measurements
still exist in my world.
I really want it to stop.
Please, someone, make it stop.

It has become like some surrealistic movie - people come and
go, without any apparent pattern. Light changes. I lose
consciousness as I go to sleep, I wake up hours later. I'm
swimming through this sea of events with barely an
understanding: I'm still trying to compose a thought I
started two months ago.

Now you'll tell me I'm crazy. Am I crazy? I'm not crazy. I'm
maintaining a fully rational thinking process, reacting to
the situation as logic dictates. Is that the behavioral
pattern of a crazy person? I don't think so.
But even though I'm very clear in the head, my logical
solutions don't seem to work. Yesterday I sat and looked at
my watch as time went by, a full hour and a half. Then I
reached a conclusion and, never taking my eyes off it, took
it off my wrist, laid it gently on the ground, and hammered
at it until nothing was left but a few sad, twisted pieces
of metal and plastic.
It didn't help. Obviously, logic doesn't apply to the
situation anymore.
And the thing is, the annoying thing is, I think it took me
two hours to obliterate my watch. I couldn't have pounded at
my watch for two full hours, could I?
That would be crazy.

So I move on. I go to work, I come back home, I sleep, I go
to work again, over and over and over and over into
oblivion.
I haven't achieved anything for a year and a half now. It's
because of all this time slipping past between my fingers.
And I want to stop, I want to get a moment's rest from being
alive, from being chained to this mechanism of time.
But there are no vacations in life, are there? There is only
retirement.







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נפש וכיו''ב תוצאות, ישירות או עקיפות, שייגרמו
לך או לכל צד שלישי בשל מסרים שיפורסמו
ביצירות, שהנם באחריות היוצר בלבד.
האם ה"דיו" תמיד
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שירה?

כי לא שמתי
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בבמה מאז 19/10/03 19:36
האתר מכיל תכנים שיתכנו כבלתי הולמים או בלתי חינוכיים לאנשים מסויימים.
אין הנהלת האתר אחראית לכל נזק העלול להגרם כתוצאה מחשיפה לתכנים אלו.
אחריות זו מוטלת על יוצרי התכנים. הגיל המומלץ לגלישה באתר הינו מעל ל-18.
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