The Irony of Holidays

11 April 2006 @ 4:13 p.m.

The Irony of Holidays:

Holidays always seem to be the utopia of complete idleness and rest, or a series of relaxation. It is perfect, isn't it?

But sheer idleness and simplicity are catastrophes. Whacked, my pickled brain is the newfound patient of short-term amensia where chronicles of memories disappeared into sphere of nothingness. Huh, where did the magazines go? What is the schedule for the day? Where did inspirations go?

It may not have mattered if life expectancy is 45 mins on the fast lane in my corner of the world, however, the irony of holiday has just driven me to a delusion of madness.

What's the difference between genius and madness?