| by comrade commissar | Thomas | @ Wednesday, August 04, 2004, 9:59:00 PM | permalink |
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Its 9:58pm now. I told my bro (James) to do me a favour by waking me up @ 9:00pm. Its less of him being inefficient than a testimony of me being a sleepyass. I could hardly be persuaded out of my warm cocoon of blanket & pillow before the all consuming embrace of melotonin tries to drag me back in again.
So as I sipped a giant mug of mofo-tea (2 tea bags, abit of sugar, no milk), I thought about it. I would struggle madly against an oppressive Orwellian 1984 system, because it denies me of my choices. But if a Fordian world was pulled over my eyes, I would probably succumb to it quickly. If the steak seems to taste juicy & delicious, but really is just a figment of the mind, what's to stop me from blissful ignorance? Would I even care if Big Brother is watching or not anymore? I'm worried, because if you were to allow me to sleep indefinitely, instead of trying to wake up, I would. And everytime I fall into deep slumber again despite planning to work/study previously, I'm briefly troubled by this fleeting thought. The pains of sleep, indulgence & everything else hedonistic in between. |
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