It's a cold world

Blogger awakes as faint light begins to filter in with a rather cold chill through the dark mesh screen separating his repose from the harsh reality of human degradation lying not too far beyond his bedroom window. Drawing his covers over his head in an attempt to snatch one more moment of innocent peace before facing the day, Blogger feels that the warmth offered by mere cotton blankets leaves the warmth offered by the vast masses of humanity somewhere near the Titanic's icy grave.

Blogger drives through the mindless masses of drivers making their way to the city like ants compelled to strive endlessly and without conscious purpose until their dying day.

One deposition down. One to go.

Blogger feels the cravings of nature directing him feed his appetite. Blogger drives back and forth like a disoriented bumblebee seeking a parking spot. Finally sighting an exiting vehicle, Blogger allows emotional excitement to begin to stir, but as he nears, he is greeted by mocking blue sign marked with a “disabled” symbol. Blogger notes the empty space is littered with filth left by the resident pigeons, along with chewing gum that appears to have been disgarded in another era.

Blogger recalls two individuals he has known who took their own lives and wonders if this is how they saw the world.

(Note: This post was written by an optimistic Blogger and does not reflect Blogger's true feelings. Blogger also acknowledges this post may have been influenced by watching the movie Croupier.)