Watched a sci fi flick called In-Time. Intention was to kill time till the eyelids drooped last night but au contraire - we were wide awake as the plot unravelled. This is about a not too distant world where the only currency that matters is Time. How much you have left to live by? You either 'come from time' in which case you live longer or you come from the ghetto (not sure why the antonym of 'time' was chosen as ghetto - perhaps easier for the American public vernacular to process?) and had a negligible life span. Engaging concept to a loyalty marketing practitioner like myself to comprehend. The available currency or bank balance so to speak is displayed as a green lcd on the forearm of every individual. It is to be protected at all hours and minutes (time that is). So everyone wears a full sleeve garment not wanting to reveal - you guessed it - their true age. Everyone gets to 25 years through good old biological miracle and then aging stops. Grammy als...
Among human crayons I am Brown. Also, my thoughts bounce around and resemble the idea of Brownian motion. This blog is an interface for the reader into this unique jello I call my mind. A mind so fertile anything grows. An agnostic yet curious mind. A mind attempting the Horatian or Kabirism maxim of Carpe Diem or Aaj kareso aab. Rated W I L D for wilfully irritating to large demographic is sometimes the latter - graphic in its descriptions. Caveat Lector!