“Half awake and half dozing, stuck by a drear reality, but still lost
In an inner sea fog of Danaidean dreams
I stand teeth chattering
On Memphis Station, Tennessee.
It is raining.
The night is so desolate and extinguished,
And the rain flays the ground
With a senseless, dark energy.
Everything is clammy and impenetrable.
Why does the train wait here hour after hour?
Why has my lot ground to a halt here? / why has my destiny broken down here?*
Am I to flee from rain and mind-numbingness
In Denmark, India and Japan
Only to be rained in and rot in Memphis
Tennessee, U.S.A.? ” […]
Johannes V. Jensen
*other possible translation
One of my favorite Scandinavian poem. Although this author was a controversial figure, neither my Scandinavian Literature teacher nor my researches could provide me with a definitive answer on that man.
I really feel like my destiny has broken down,
I can see the finishing line at the distance, everything is going according to plans. But still, I don’t wanna go back to work just to be surrounded by people that don’t understand me or who enjoy exploiting me for the sack of the ones exploiting them, what a shame. My MacBook broke down, and my body as well, it’s hard for me to sleep and it’s hard for me to sing. However, the hardest yards are always the last ones, I’ve got to hold on for I don’t perceive victory, I see it.
For once the “almost”-sleeping pills I take had an effect on me and I took a nap,
I better fix the engine of my destiny and get go before I snap.