№ 325. Escher Tuesday

They called off work. Its typhoon Tuesday. After getting up 530 am and haling, Uber quickly for work, passing flooded streets, I learned that SC twitted the suspension order. No work. I stayed in the office until nine and just browsed the web and waited for the rain to die down.

Here's what I came across:



"Zwischen Immer und Nie. Zwischen Immer und Nie. Between always and never."

It's the twilight zone. The borderland. The lambent haze between wakefulness and sleep. That thing when or where the push of the morning is pulled back by nighttime.