work in progress

A lot of things reflect what's going on indirectly, much like a lens into one's life- what you cook, whether you say good morning to your coworkers, what you put on your phone as your wallpaper. Work in progress is how most of the time feels like in the past month. I pull up this model on my phone, as to remind myself what things should be leading up to.

And then of course, Kafka gives your painful laughs:
'he would normally have used his arms and hands to hoist himself up; but instead of them he now had only the numerous little legs, which were uninterruptedly moving in the most confused way and which, in addition, he couldn't control.'
Sometimes on and off at quick response on a regular conversation, these thousand little legs come up in my mind, my mind felt foggy, my speech, is much like arms and legs that cannot hoist oneself up properly.