Friday

Today has been a strange day. At times I have been a spectator and at times quite the opposite. But there has been a restless element which I haven't quite been able to place. Perhaps it is something about remaining confined to the seat all week. Or about confinement in general. Just feel like heading out somewhere. Aimlessly even. Looking forward to the weekend.

Also just about to complete Siddhartha. It has been a fine book. But again, it talks of extremes. Shades of pure black and then pure white. Which is why it becomes a little hard to relate to. And at times is unabashedly presumptuous. This is one of the reasons I disliked Ayn Rand's Atlas Shrugged.