When, in the morning after the first day of the opium binge, the eyes finally open and the pain is bearable enough to focus on the time, life seems such a surprise.
The only relief is that day two of the opium binge is soon to begin.
The pain is the pleasure; at least in its symbiotic relationship.
The mundane becomes the profound. The senses open like hanger doors.
Merry Christmas.
[y’all driving Subarus and working in cubicles]
