Retired, you say?

Not at all.

Can't you see that I'm training hard for eternity?

My gym is the undivided day.

Is it Wednesday or Thursday? I ask Sandy.

Time has lost all meaning. Explain it to me again. What is it?

In the country where I live clocks are banned.

From my window only the Great Plains can be seen.

Whole months beckon me toward their mobius strip of faceless weeks.

Achievements? Who cares.

Deadlines? Hey, they're dead

Schedules? You've got to be joking.

One errand plugs up my day. Two...wha? Are you trying to overwhelm me?

I'm free as a bird, maybe even freer than that guy falling

from the cliff I dreamed about as a kid.

Don't bother me while I train.

I must focus on doing nothing.

I need to concentrate on my future options, which

appear to boil down to one.

Eternity, here I come.

February 4, 2018

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