It is an Impossible Task by Utpal:
. . . It is the 27th day of the longest race in the world. I see the two plastic numbers stuck to the fence, and for a moment, I try and fathom some deeper significance to the number 27. I fail, because when I look at the number of days and the numbers of miles close by, they are accumulating so rapidly that if I try and make some sense of it all, they simply sweep over my consciousness like a surging tide of data, leaving me dazed and adrift in a vast sea of indecipherable information. . .
[This is Utpal’s last contribution for a week. I’m looking for some way to replace him – medur]