I dont know

I feel claustrophobic out here. Life is running by…
I am yet to recover from the hangover of the pace of this city.
No matter how much I love to blog… i cant find myself doing it anymore.
There is nothing more I could possibly ask for in this life… yet I am not sure if there is anything more I would want.
What is it… I dunno.

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One Response to I dont know

  1. Sgcray says:

    Why, Mr. Anderson? Why do you do it? Why get up? Why keep fighting? Do you believe you’re fighting for something? For more than your survival? Can you tell me what it is? Do you even know? Is it freedom? Or truth? Perhaps peace? Yes? No? Could it be for love? Illusions, Mr. Anderson. Vagaries of perception. The temporary constructs of a feeble human intellect trying desperately to justify an existence that is without meaning or purpose. And all of them as artificial as the Matrix itself, although only a human mind could invent something as insipid as love. You must be able to see it, Mr. Anderson. You must know it by now. You can’t win. It’s pointless to keep fighting. Why, Mr. Anderson? Why? Why do you persist?

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