reliably unreliable

it is at this moment that i believe my life has come to a standstill. that whilst time is moving - a never-ending, ever-flowing, river - my life has just paused here. here and now: like the person who stands at the bank and watches the water in the river continue its endless - relentless - journey forward, (ironically) back to where it came from.

and it becomes a cycle, much like seibu's theory of love.

by the way, i take back the comments about the beauty of the mango trees bearing fruit. now they're shedding the mangoes, which lay fallen and rotting on the ground.