i woke up
a song hummed in my head, trying to rock me to sleep again
the sun slipped in beneath the cracks of the door
vegetable vendor shouted his unique accent
i tried recalling which day it was
and jumbled up to a day, some seven-eight years ago
some idyllic perfect morning which i have tucked within the recess of my mind
or was it the perfect deja vu which i have never experienced before

(I might as well give it a title to this if i find a good new song)

Anton: How Much Land Does a Man Need?

It is a common saying that a man needs only six feet of land. But surely a corpse wants that, not a man. And I hear that our intellectuals have a longing for the land and want to acquire farms. But it all comes down to the six feet of land. To leave town, and the struggle and the swim of life, and go and hide yourself in a farmhouse is not life -- it is egoism, laziness; it is a kind of monasticism, but monasticism without action. A man needs, not six feet of land, not a farm, but the whole earth, all Nature, where in full liberty he can display all the properties and qualities of the free spirit