Laborious Recollections

I spent four nights in Diu. And four long humid days. The first two mornings I awoke unsure of how to get through it, and wishing it was several days on already. I lay on my bed underneath the ceiling fan trying to count its revolutions my eyes revolving not fast enough. For hours. Trying to focus on something, perhaps meditate on an aspect of my life - but it was mostly a blank spinning back into the blades. I read my guidebook, transporting myself to the greener side. That seemed refreshing, until the heat tangled up my thoughts again into unrecognized opportunities and laborious recollections and a life not lived and the end of day still seemed so difficult to get to.

I discoverd HBO on my television set. I'd wake up at four in the morning with the television still on in the background. And a single empty bottle of beer. I couldn't even bother getting drunk.