Tuesday, November 27, 2012

Jet-lag

Day is night and night is day. You're hungry at times you shouldn't be. Your head feels like it's been spun for hours on a turntable, then left to stumble through the morning, or evening -- you can't quite remember which is which.
Is it six in the morning or six at night?
Time for breakfast or dinner?
Is it today, tomorrow, or somehow -- yesterday?
Such is living with incessant jet-leg. Life on the road. Pit stops at airports in between time zones. You finally realize time is a concept forged by man for his own sense of ego. For some sense of control.
But when you're jet-lagged, almost everything seems out of control. Upside down. All you can do is weather it, hoping that, sooner or later, all things settle as the should. The show must go on.

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