"I've got nothing to say to you. I'm Mr. Nobody, a man who doesn't exist. "
A diagram of my thoughts, because they cannot be put into words lately...
This is what they have looked like for well over a month now. Sorry, to anyone that reads this. Why read it though? Unless one fancy's others complaints.. A spark came unto me a couple times while at work... "Oh, I should write a review on a movie I watched!" or write about Loop (a fairly new record store/ coffee shop in Cleveland) or maybe in some philosophical ramble, but it the end it resulted in me staring into a screen asking myself "why?". Why post? Why speak? Why anything? But in a state of total disconnection, what could be better than simply talking to yourself, even if in complaint? I just did, I guess...but I don't know... I can't stop thinking about the question "Why anything?".
On a lighter note; this bedtime tea is nice.
On a heavier note; I'm excited to
drive through all this snow today. (sarcasm)
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