Just when you think you simply can't do it...

So, I was sitting in my little apartment-- which is basically like a club sandwich packed tight: turkey, tomatoes, and mayonnaise oozing out, bacon flopped outta the crust, lettuce busted out like one of those champagne-poppers... which is all to say: i've got alot of shit in here-- and realizing how much I have to actually do before i get out of here, which is in 6 days! Sort through all this stuff--the clothes, the trinkets and doo-dads, figure what to keep, what to throw, ship it home, cancel my phone/gas/elec/etc., get my payments, cancel my bank account, transfer money, find a home for the hamsters (we've got 3. but one escaped already. so, 2 now), climb a mountain, squeeze 10 korean women into a tuna can, yada yada yada. I was feeling frustrated. overwhelmed. angry. then defeated. hopeless. exhausted. overworked and useless. and then... i heard the sounds.
The sounds that could either be the hands of the gods themselves, whipping ropes over their heads and furiously shaking all the tin sheds in this town; the sound of north korea sending lines of whizzing missiles our way, taking out the neighborhood one block at a time; or... or... or this:



the world doing her thing, flashing her reminders for those that will notice it.