Monotony. What a harmless ,painless phase.Maybe not.It is the persistent humming sound when a fan rotates, the exasperating noise a machine makes when Its gears leave its stationary phase and starts its motion.The unwavering clamour of the people talking in buses. Everything around is motion but for some reason I've become static.I can sense my response to stimuli turning mechanical .
Monotony can be likened to a disease. The kind of disease which slowly corrodes your organs inch by inch.One by one.
Humdrum is not the presence of a malefic shadow, which follows you with every step you take.But it is the absence of a phantasm. With monotonous days piling up one after another,the shadow of your own self starts diminishing. Each passing day becomes a routine. Every action of yours is orchestrated and every movement begins to become an unconscious response to stimuli. Everything appears to be perfectly synchronized,but is this perfection the thing which makes us feel like human?
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