Sign ON

4:57 AM, the hum of the airconditioner served as an accompaniment to my disorganized train of thoughts. lifelike images of nothingness swirled inside my head like an expensive picasso painting. the pebbled wall that im staring at, is constantly being refreshed by the heads of people walking past from time to time.

7:00 AM, stingers and station ids blared out of the speakers as i turned it up. then the grating voice of news anchors came on and drowned out the hum of the airconditioner, the relative quiet is now broken by the usual morning sounds that one hears on the radio. Then my replacement is knocking on the door bringing with her a new kind of mood. i signed out and went out to a bright new sunshiny day...