A Nagging Feeling

But sometimes I wonder which I prefer more: the certainty of an empty city on the brink of disintegration, or the streets full of colorful people all twisted to the tune of insecurity. It feels like a clear choice. You wake up in the morning, take a shower, finish your daily duties and responsibilities, and then meet your friends to relax with any of a list of mindless activities. Granted enough money and love, one should feel happy, but happiness is fleeting, and besides, money and love do not come easily. A lot of blood and guts for something you are much more likely to lose than keep. Moreover, there is this nagging feeling that once that buzzing sound strengthens, things develop in a different direction where one becomes nothing more than a static figurine on someone else’s chessboard. And then, of course, there is this thing about people turning into rocks…