I will never have seen a match at Goodison Park, a place I'm connected to through my father alone. That's a lot, I suppose. I got a lot from him and here I am with very little of my own it seems. Just living a life in a groove cut by another needle.
Now the match starts and I'll go into a trance for 45 minutes and do some work, then clean up for 15 minutes, and so on until the 12:30 match is over. I doubt I'll do anything else because there's so much I don't know how to do and so much I have to unlearn and relearn.
The world revolves, so do we all, one time after another until there's no time left and we fade into the background of a world where ultimately there's no one recording. A waltz of lifeless motes swimming around a world where none of us set anything in motion.
Now the match starts and I'll go into a trance for 45 minutes and do some work, then clean up for 15 minutes, and so on until the 12:30 match is over. I doubt I'll do anything else because there's so much I don't know how to do and so much I have to unlearn and relearn.
The world revolves, so do we all, one time after another until there's no time left and we fade into the background of a world where ultimately there's no one recording. A waltz of lifeless motes swimming around a world where none of us set anything in motion.
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