Shades of Red

Viruses seem to love me in September! Last year it was the pigs and this year, it is the pinks! With a three day isolation, I am a picture of boredom and waste of human life. Imagine missing 2 very important dates with your profs and mustering the courage to reschedule them!

Alas the dreams have gone for a complete toss. In Caliban's words "...The clouds methought would open, and show riches; Ready to drop upon me, that when I waked; I cried to dream again." I want to get into the same state of dreams but the ghosts of a diurnal world prevent me from that.

An induced state of hypnosis sets upon me where the medical beasts squat any dream-bug that my unconscious imagoes. Just like the old James Bond movie intros, I see the world painted in shades of bloody Red. Later do I realize that the filter is in my cornea! Today I see an unshaved, untamed wolf in the mirror, the eyes red, black and white, each pigment spilling into the other. The saving grace is that the monster still beats a human soul and feels love and kindness. 

Fed on a diet of Oranges, Bananas and other botanical miseries, the red moons seem to wane, the waters get flushed and the wolf bites the silver bullet. The engine begins puffing coming Monday and the Eatalians' party will be as per schedule on Friday! Do we hear the wolves howling eh!