I received a Kindle as a gift back in 2012. That was a busy year of festivities, which sparked off year after year of even more festivities of another sort.
JX uploaded a random collection of books before we set off for Sri Lanka. Almost 6 years on, I am finally reconciling the many sleepy dalliances with it. Maybe it will have a name, after all.
Like a busy sparrow returning to the same spot. Except, it never really is the same spot since the time coordinates are never the same. Not sure if I feel like explaining but am thinking of Inception and Interstellar.
At some 33 years, I am getting a sense of how things have charted their own courses. Whether I had a map or not, or if I thought I relied on well-intentioned or facetious pointers on what landmarks I should expect, or if I planned my route, or not at all.
I write also to remind myself that time wasted is not always wasted time.