Lens: Carl Zeiss 24-70mm f2.8
Camera: NEX-7, ISO400, f22, 1/125, raw
Mr. Striped Bunny, of the tribe of the Suicidal Bunnies, is back. He had a lot of work to do in the past three weeks. So, today he was exhausted, all he wanted was to relax. To loosen up. He saw the jacuzzi cabin in our bathroom. Too late he realized that it was, in fact, a washing machine.
Here’s how I feel, I urgently need to relax, to enjoy some hard core sweet doing nothing. But I’m seriously worried that the very moment I stop I’m gonna be hit by a shit storm. That I’ll drown under a shower of tasks which will furiously flood my life, then I’ll be tossed around by some external and unpredictable force, and when I’ll finally think it’s over, when I’ll find myself totally soaked but happy to have survived that living hell, the spin-dryer will start.
If my life is going to be a washing cycle, let’s hope it’ll be gentle on colors and delicates.