Self doubt has been killing me. I’ve been stonewalled by fear. I have this bucket list that’s of little use or consequence to the rest of the world. The fear is felt when I imagine myself in my final hours looking back on how I climbed a few mountains and jumped out of a few planes and traveled across the continents with a smile on my face only to realize that I left nothing of value behind. Frankly, it makes me feel uncreative. The answer to the quintessential human question, “What should I do while I’m here,” escapes me - so in the mean time I’ll learn as much, love as much, experience as much, practice my trades as much, and give back as much as is humanly possible. If I do something awesome by accident I guess I’ll take credit.
Back to it then.
Sep 20
Flotsam
May 16
Joy and reverence and sleeplessness and apathy and sickness and hopelessness and hopefulness and ambition and might and ambition and melodies and discords and my mind is bullet racing towards a space in a sea of sleep.
May 7
<end day> Carry on then </end day> <sleep>
May 6
Ok, all the bloody pictures are great but OMFG DID YOU SEE THAT HELICOPTER? Seriously. That shit is badass.
May 5
They asked me what I wanted to be when I grew up. I said “Happy.” They told me that “I didn’t get the question. I said “they didn’t get life.” (quote shamelessly unreferenced)
Now that I’m grown up they ask me what my goals are. I always tell them “not have a job.” They reply saying that “I don’t get the question.”
Maybe from now on when prompted to explain my goals I should should just show them this picture and tell them that “I just want to do as many outrageously awesome things I possibly can before I die, without the burden of having to slave away at a 9 to 5.”
So selfish, I know. Right.
Someday. Someday.
So this is how this is going to go down? The “Title” is going to go on the right? I like this theme, but I don’t like what it’s doing to my sense of visual flow when I’m reveling in the self-satisfaction that is reading what’s my own. This is backwards. If art is supposed to imitate life, I suppose it fits.
Seriously though, something has to be done about the page breaks. The “Title” problem is excusable. The negation of all of my formatting though, not cool.
Apr 21
Fuck this theme. Fuck this theme right in its themehole.
‘The hipster movement didn’t yield good literature, but it did make good use of fonts.’
And thank God for that, because I’m still having a hard time catching up on all the supposedly good literature that came out of the 90’s.
