Cliched Ches

Well I’m lacking inspiration but felt like I should write something to mark the passing of January. When I wake up tomorrow, the first month of the year will be over. So much has happened, and yet so little has changed. I am so different, and yet so not so. It is the last day of the month and I’m falling into the trap of being reflective as if it is the end of a year. It isn’t, and even if it was it wouldn’t make any difference. Days pass, and years the same, and it’s all a major irrelevance; nothing but mans attempt to fit nature into chunks of his own choosing. A display of our cosmic arrogance. 
Bet you’re now wishing I hadn’t bothered blogging at all tonight, eh?
I’ll leave you with a haiku:
A birthday present
A wooden solitaire game
Bloody frustrating

RC 31-1-17