The funny thing about the abundance of commercial holiday in this city-
People get crazed in celebration of them.
Instead of being told "The Time to Consume is Now!" it's packaged in so much inescapable sentimentality, and then the aftereffects of too much over-indulgence, filling the clinics, that Doctor Yumeno has barely caught a break to breathe and sit for a moment of personal thought alone since the weekend.
But he has that now, the space of a golden hour before siren, and a list of things, errands which could be rushed and taken care of today, which he forces out of the way to hold off for tomorrow.
The condo complex in Sector Three is not far from SPU campus- Daedalus finds himself walking there often. He's often mistaken at a glance for an attending student, which is why he slips in now and again to catch open lectures, and no one seems to notice or mind. They don't seem to mind where he goes so long as he's wearing his medical lanyard out, either, which is a convenience.
But there's none of that today, just a walk in the brisk weather to enjoy the strangeness of chill on his cheeks, and to take in that scent of the city which is never clean and sterile enough, but worth it for the sky overhead, which is white and overcast. Most would consider that bleak. For Daedalus, it means he doesn't have to fret for Re-l skipping sunblock lotion today.
Thursday, February 16th
People get crazed in celebration of them.
Instead of being told "The Time to Consume is Now!" it's packaged in so much inescapable sentimentality, and then the aftereffects of too much over-indulgence, filling the clinics, that Doctor Yumeno has barely caught a break to breathe and sit for a moment of personal thought alone since the weekend.
But he has that now, the space of a golden hour before siren, and a list of things, errands which could be rushed and taken care of today, which he forces out of the way to hold off for tomorrow.
The condo complex in Sector Three is not far from SPU campus- Daedalus finds himself walking there often. He's often mistaken at a glance for an attending student, which is why he slips in now and again to catch open lectures, and no one seems to notice or mind. They don't seem to mind where he goes so long as he's wearing his medical lanyard out, either, which is a convenience.
But there's none of that today, just a walk in the brisk weather to enjoy the strangeness of chill on his cheeks, and to take in that scent of the city which is never clean and sterile enough, but worth it for the sky overhead, which is white and overcast. Most would consider that bleak. For Daedalus, it means he doesn't have to fret for Re-l skipping sunblock lotion today.