Groggy

I just had a dream that took place on the landscape of one of my sweatshirts.

It's going to be one of those days...

Meandering Rambling

I was sitting in the library reading about that awful parabola, the one with the world population on the left and the last two millenniums headed right. The sickening paragraphs about population control --the cynical reality of what can be sustained. Well it makes me wonder about the future I offer my kids, and whether I can responsibly bring another human into this crowded world. I think about adoption and the horrors (and triumphs) of genetics passed or lost. I think about the future, the dark and foreboding future.

I want to fetal into comfort. I don't know if I'm still young enough to cower at the world's atrocities and general monstrosity, but at least there are somethings that will help me sleep at night.

The future could be bright, should that be my drive? If so it's not working as well as it should. I'm back on the picket line at least, meeting with study aides and counselors starting tomorrow.

What a fucked up existence we are. What a convoluted post...

-Dan

Her

You walk through life encountering people of every color, shade, and hue. Through twenty years though, I don't think I've ever encountered anyone who thinks or exists like me. And, well, I don't know if I know what color you are yet, but you are for sure the same hue as me.

Now I don't know if you feel the same way about me as I do about you, and I don't know if you want me in your life any longer than this year demands, but just knowing that there is just one more person with the same way with thoughts and passions as me is the most comforting thing I've experienced in too many years.

-Dan

Quirks

Have you ever wanted to grab someone and tell them, "I could be the one you hold onto under the light of the disco ball in India?"

Is that weird?

-Dan

Redemption

Apparently,
sometimes things can make sense. And,
I can still be volatile at the same time.

What a good word, volatile.
It exemplifies me.
It redeems me.

It siphons out my spirit when it gets too full.
It's an action and a state of mind
It's the mixture of anything restless.

Or idle still?
Biding? Or just along the tides...

I live for lazy Sunday afternoons.

-Dan