24 hours

It seems one can never get used to hell after all. Every bookout presents that same old cruel dilemma of ''what would you do if you have only 24 hours left to live?''. Sure, it makes one relish so much more all that he does in that 24 hours ; at the same time, that day is but a meagre shadow of what normality and mundanehood one used to have. It is a pitiful reminder ; a caricature that tempts the palate and never satisfies it.

Give me more time please.