It's barely two hours into February and it already feels like living on borrowed time. In fact, it has been for quite some time already. Apparently, there's only so much stress a person may endure before brain starts shutting down information processors.
One might argue that it's been too few space for any kind of positive changes to arise, any reforms to form or perspectives to outline. One might say that it's fairly unfair of me whining about the injustices of the current position from where I'm sitting in a relatively safe setting where it's warm enough, unlike those, who are on front-lines now. One might be right. And yet, not everyone is brave enough for war.
It's just feels like a roller-coaster ride when the track gets more steep with each passing moment, spiraling into spring that gets more and more tight and in the same time it's like between the anvil and the hammer with little to no space for maneuver.
I have no idea how this House of Cards is going to fold. Somehow? Some say that it's going to fall almost with mathematical certainty. But they have been saying that for decades and yet nothing of the kind has ever happened till this day. It's sort of depressing, really. Seat tight and enjoy the ride? And don't forget the popcorn. Someone's definitely enjoying the show. Such a costly endeavor.
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