Journal #2

On the couch, Saturday night, and a dim light flickers and warm up the mood of my room’s wall. Waiting midnight, like an owl, like a bat, like those stray cats watching society get drunk from a far up roof. It’s calm here, and far away, a bomb explode who knows where. Stream of thoughts, and I change stuff in the code, and it compiles, and I yawn and the computer is not tired, never ever.…