I’ve always felt more like a monocle than a Gemini. I mean, come on, I’m an only child.
I haven’t wound my pocket watch in a week, but it still ticks away at odd hours of the night. The time is wrong, but the beats are steady and the hands move like, well, clockwork. I don’t wear it every day and I think it’s a little indignant because of that. I hope it understands. In any case, I hope I still work that well, albeit more consistently, when I’m 98 years old.
In the local coffee shop this afternoon, I saw a man order a large coffee and then proceed to take a nap. Discuss.
“The only thing I want that shines is to be King there in your eyes.”
So, I finally finished The Trial. God, Kafka…
What shall I crack open next?
Happy birthday, Caley!