Friday, October 14, 2011

Once Around the Sun

John Mayer and Regina Spektor play out blues and jazz respectively as the city races past at one in the morning, Indian Standard Time: the old city centre, the rivers that run by the great rural conurbation, past walkovers and flyovers and underpasses and great shiny metro stations; they all blur as the guitars solo and the pianos crescendo.

To be twenty five and young and old.

"There is a time for everything, and a season for every activity under the heavens:
a time to be born and a time to die,
a time to plant and a time to uproot,
a time to kill and a time to heal,
a time to tear down and a time to build,
a time to weep and a time to laugh,
a time to mourn and a time to dance,
a time to scatter stones and a time to gather them,
a time to embrace and a time to refrain from embracing,
a time to search and a time to give up,
a time to keep and a time to throw away,
a time to tear and a time to mend,
a time to be silent and a time to speak,
a time to love and a time to hate,
a time for war and a time for peace."

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