a day's asymmetries

Stuck between the present and the unrecognizable following instant, he woke up the morning of the fifteenth, unable to shake away the weight of the dream he'd been immersed in. He hoped, unsuccessfully, that the shower would bring his faded spirit back. But the hot water appeared to fall in slow motion on his skin, and he scarcely perceived the thump of the shampoo bottle on the floor.

Stuck between the recognizable instant and the forthcoming future, he kept his sore eyes open the night of the fifteenth, unable to set a rest on the accelerated beating of his heart. He hoped, unsuccessfully, that writing a few lines would quiet the uneasiness. But the characters came out as if no meaning lay within their conjunction, and he scarcely perceived the sound of the cuckoo clock in the distance.

escucho: Turqoise Hexagon Sun, Boards of Canada