Innermost Reflections: A Meditation On The Taj Mahal

I perform profoundly unnecessary tasks. I just spent the night until 3 AM writing garbage that sounds like this:

The Taj Mahal is a wondrous edifice, surreptitiously effervescent in its timeless versimilitude

Ugh...work. Writing meaningless and subjective judgments about well-known monuments? Why is life sooooo haaaarrrrdddd.

My budding career as a writer is a tour de force in gross generalizations, misused vocabulary, cursory historical research, and superfluous literary flourishes designed to push me over 1000 words for that crucial bump in the paycheck. I'm like a middle-schooler who's just discovered double-spacing. I may as well slit my wrists.

So that being said, I ain't got shit to say about the Taj Mahal. I'm 300 words short on my real article and nobody in the bazaar sells a thesaurus. Fuck my life. Time to review hotels that offer a bathtub and a toaster.

I get paid to travel India, but this entails composing sophomore-caliber art history essays about the world's most famous building. Just put a gun in my mouth and shoot me.

I spend an afternoon touring marble palaces atop the Agra Fort, but I have to write an article about that too. Fetch a ladder. You'll find me swinging from the castle walls.

I have to type information from a street pamphlet about Aurangzeb's battlements without the aid of copy-paste. Dredge the river, I'll be in there somewhere.

Here. Here is some useful info about the Taj Mahal: http://www.google.com/search?=Taj_Mahal

Now read that while I find the train tracks.