So it came and went.

The PTI said, that BMT will be the best time in NS.
I don't think he was kidding.

Nothing bonds people as shared trials and experiences and maybe shared brainwashing. Forced. Forced to work together or die.

In dedication to the OO:

Sit still and listen to the
worn out
rank speak the same language
from a different era.
Do you hear the slight tremble of
his vocal chords?
The desperation in his eyes?
The elevated heart rate
transparent in his dilated eyes?

You can almost hear him
beg.
For our adoration.
What a decorated man.
Which museum does he belong to?



For myself:

Sitting in the bunk during night admin time
listening to all of them talk
of how they got accepted into this course
and that.
Depressing.
So I just curl into a corner between
the metal cabinet and metal bedframe.
Plug in the mp3 and take out the letters.
Read.
Hide.
Sleep.

Everyday begins with movement
while my brain shuts itself off
from all the thinking
the pondering
and all that's left is to
do
as I am told or otherwise
but nonetheless to
do
and
do nothing.

And so the days go by.
quickly.. slowly..