And Then There was Hope
Like the rooster that crowed for his forebears, the alarm wails its shrieking cry, sending dread through the boy’s body. In his drowsy stupor, he shuts up the contemptible thing and makes a pitiful effort to extract himself from bed. Laying there, he asked himself; to whom was he obligated to wake up and continue his day? For what reason did he bind himself in the chains of routine? To himself, and no one else, for the sake of the mind, and no other, he responded....