Waiting

Buying my time, waiting for my financial situation to escalate, so I can fulfill my desire for an updated PC. I am eager for this to happen. I am also waiting for Intel to release their "Conroe" processor. The prices for AMD will then plummet, well that's what I'm hoping for. The system I have in mind is currently going to cost me around the 2k mark. I'd rather not spend so much on a piece of hardware that will be antiquated within a couple of years. Such is the obsolescence of technology. Whatever hardware I spend my money on, it will become old pretty fast in this speed obsessed age. My bank account is burning a hole in my pocket. I have the money to buy now, but I'd rather keep what I have in my savings account than gratifying my desire for an instant fix to processing brute force.

I hardly need this right at this moment. It will do me good to wait. I've been waiting all my life for something. What I am waiting for is probably not to be found inside a computer case. One needs his obsessions, else he die from boredom. And so it is, I am desperately waiting for a new toy to fill in the successation of moments that must be filled with something. I am on the move constantly. Can I sit still for a moment? It would seem that I can't or won't. I essentially don't want to be reminded that I exist. Space and time beckon me to acknowledge that I do. If I am on the move then I haven't time to reflect on the where I am. If I sit still then the face of reality will reveal itself. I wish to hide from her cruel face.

"Can we run forever? Does nightfall shine?" Indeed questions worthy of comtemplation. I may very well want to run forever but is it possible? I have to stop at some stage. Perhaps when I do, nightfall will cease to shine. I find it tends to take on a gleam when on the move. In the depths of solitude, nightfall glazes the eyes.