I don't feel alive a lot of the time anymore. This is because all I do is work, because that's the only way I can go through existence without screwing up too much. It remains to be seen whether I should have made it easier to tip toe through the last nineteen years of my life.
Striking down the mundane and dastardly while retaining a certain obscure turn of phrase, denoting something elusive yet concrete.
10/14/2024
Reordering things for better stacking
I changed the style of the blog again to make it easier to read. I'm not sure if this is a good thing or not, but when I'm no longer breathing this will be a collection of who I was. Maybe I might want some people to know who I am when I'm still alive?
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)
Thoughts between Orange and Culpeper
The Virginia countryside rolls by as I move further away from home and toward the second one that serves as the locus of my family. There ar...
-
I'm watching the tail end of the debut of Max Headroom, one of those shows from the late 80's that seemed so amazingly different, re...
-
I was last in this spot forty-four years ago when I was six years of age and much of who I was had already been defined inside of me. Maybe ...
-
My two and a half year old daughter and I went for a quick two hour trip today. I had to go back to the office to get some things I had left...