I have had ill feelings towards the day for as long as I could remember.. in the late hours of the night I remember the sensation that such a time could go on forever and that a person would never have to confront the wicked day again. During the day there is a whirring storm of noise, people, coming, going, activity, and a certain senseless activity to the world. Were you to stop a person and ask why it is that they are doing what they are doing, most persons would not know after sufficient probing. I think in this manner the activites of the day feels very exhausting.. it is noisiness without sense, and you really can do nothing but let its momentum overtake you.. it's a feeling of slavery or imprisonment.