I am enjoying my final day of sleeping late, waking up slowly and achieving very little other than relaxation. Takeshi Kovacs is quoting Quell on my Kindle again as I sip at my coffee. Empty chocolate wrappers rustle under and around me. They litter the sofa. Spent munition in this winter's nutritional battle field. I've got a serious detox scheduled for January.
The gluttonous excess I put my body through over the last couple of weeks has left me with a spare tire around my waist and a general sluggishness that makes me feel apologetic towards my own flesh. Poor distended, spongy body. I did this to you. Greed over satiety.
Oh well, like they say: It only comes around once a year. Still, it is odd, this ritual ravenous feeding frenzy. Maybe it's hard coded into us by now. Generation upon generation upon generation following the same pattern. On the other hand, maybe I just gotta keep searching for this fabled backbone of mine and say NO! to confectionery every once in a while.. even at Christmas ;)
I am going to settle down with another coffee and Woken Furies now, so before I read on I figured I'd share one of my favourite quotes by fictional political activist and revolutionary Quellcrist Falconer:
Face the facts. Then act on them. It's the only mantra I know, the only doctrine I have to offer you, and it's harder than you'd think, because I swear humans seem hardwired to do anything but. Face the facts. Don't pray, don't wish, don't buy into centuries-old dogma and dead rhetoric. Don't give in to your conditioning or your visions or your fucked-up sense of... whatever. Face the facts. Then act.
Richard Morgan | Broken Angels
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