Udie: imagine yourself sitting in denmark. You've just gotten your paycheck, amnd you see that over 50 percent has gone to the state. Still, you're satisfied that you now have some money.
On the way to your car, you battle the utter grey; nowhere can you see blue sky. It is impossible to discern whether the world itself has turned a shloshy gray, or whether it's just clouds; the greyness penetrates everything and lodges itself in your mind, firmly refusing to let go. 'There are clouds, somewhere' you tell yourself, trying to shake this permeating feeling of endless lack of colour, vigor and life, that this is what has been, is now and will be forever.
The rain throws an insulting laughter in your face, drenching you in a torrid stream of hopelessness. As if to illustrate your inability to fight the impossible odds, it finds entry at every opening, and then proceeds straight through your clothes. A fine culture, this social democratic one.
Annoyed, you battle on. The wind now hits you, and rip the documents from your grasp. They tumble away, striking a dirty grey pool of water before you pick them up, totally drenched in daft dullness.
You walk to your car, open the door and start it. Short of gas, you pull up to a gas station. You see a sign - "today selling gas at the price it would be without taxes!". Big queue. Price is 2.54DKK compared to 8.50. You cannot beat the queue of bureaucrats awaiting in front of you. Here, where the is hope in the darkness, some sanity in a world without a mind, there are a thousand men on a chance of one. You continue.
This is the first 30 minutes of one of my days during wintertime. I will now stop writing, because winters are depressing.
Summer is utter bliss, even with the stupid system we got here. Somehow I can abstract from it during summer. But winter...
Look where you are udie, and be happy. You COULD be in DK on a rainy day in February...
