Amar had thought himself adventurous as a young man, but the tide of adventure had turned against him in recent times.
He no longer understood what the device attached to his wrist did apart from making interesting sounds at various times of the day. He assumed they were to tell him something or remind him of something, but he couldn’t remember either.
His mind had begun to play tricks on him. It was like he believed there was a football game happening in his head with opposing sides competing for his attention.
He knew it was ludicrous that such a thing could be happening as he’d spent a lifetime engaged in research and development, his mind at the forefront of innovation but now all that was nestled in the back of his brain as there was this constant struggle between forces of the inane and the repetitive.
The bottomless pit of ignorance knew no bounds and was as he aged engulfing him into its playground of unconscious word play where each word seemed to him a contradiction to the previous word.
He was finding it hard to escape its clutches and wondered if it might be easier to stop resisting and surrender to what seemed inevitable.
These thoughts Amar contemplated momentarily as he then found distraction in the wearable device which was at that moment playing Happy Birthday and he wondered why.