logging the funk
A listless evening wrapped in quiet desperation like the day it followed. An impromptu graffiti on the office wall. A couple of Old Monks mixed with club soda. A failed attempt to watch Cinema Paradiso. The first few pages of The Fountains of Paradise by Arthur C. Clarke before surrendering to the seductive charms of nidra.
A BRIGHT SUNNY MORNING.
A breakthrough is nigh. Indeed.
Image Credit: Claudio Ramirez
Thus spake Manish Bhatt