Sometimes, in fact, maybe a little more than sometimes, we do things without any apparent reason, just to ease the passage of time. Or maybe reason is just a word.

And there are times, when you have nothing to do, nothing to ease the apparent passage of time. It then that life becomes so inexorably intolerable, seemingly hapless. A feeling that becomes so superficial, so meaningless once you realize that all you have been doing, all your duties, all your responsibilities, all you missions, passions, and all the jazz, have been but a choice. A way you chose to ease the passage of your time.

Yes, this is but one such attempt. No strings attached.