Note to self

I must sort out my mind. It prevents me from doing what I want to be doing. From what I need to be doing. It prevents me from speaking my mind. It prevents me from finding the words I need to speak my mind.

Where I'm at

I'm sleeping on a friend's sofa, again.  I'm 31 and I'm sleeping on a friend's sofa.  Part of me is OK with that, it's a sign that in my early 30's I've not yet sold my soul to the corporate machine.  I hope I never do, still.  What's that old saying?  If you haven't rebelled by the time you're 20 you got no soul, and if you haven't conformed by 30 you got no brain..  I can't agree with that.  Ok, I'm no rebel these days, but I haven't conformed either.  So where does that put me?  Day by day I simply try to forge my path through my life.  In fact, I don't even do that - I just live it as it comes most of the time.  Whatever takes me from waking up to laying down to sleep.  A 'bad attitude' in the 'modern world', but I just can't subscribe to anything else.

Answers on a postcard..

Will we ever know what drives the universe?
What it is that causes us to be here, and not the people who could be but aren't?
If memories are made of matter, would consuming all knowledge also consume everything there is to know?

This is me.

I'm some guy on a spinning rock flying through space. Life is an entirely personal affair, influenced only by one's own individual stream of interactions with the outside world.