Older
Wiser
But still never alive
Beginning to think I can never be alive.
Almost all of my activities are the same except this one. All so passive. How is watching TV really any better than sleeping or feeling sorry for myself.
I steadfastly avoid whatever would make me a stronger person. Is that out of fear? If not then what?
<funny anecdote>
Neil and I store our shoes in the same place – at the bottom of the stairs. I had just bought a pair of new black sneakers a couple days ago to replace my worn out pair. Neil also owns a pair of black sneakers. As I was putting on sneakers this morning, I found that the shoelaces were rather long, which I kinda found odd. As I was walking to the bus stop, I felt that the shoes fit rather snugly, but I just attributed that to the new sneakers as the old pair fit semi-loosely. When I’m riding up the elevator to work, I get a call from Neil. Neil and I rarely call each other so I was wondering what it could be about. It turns out I grabbed his pair of sneakers! Fortunately, we fit in the other’s sneakers.
</funny anecdote>
I wonder if I didn’t publish that here if I could send it to Reader’s Digest or something for $50.
Simple little death. All that could have been. Need something to believe in.
YOU ARE NOT READY
I am no one. I am a phantom. There’s no proof I esist.
The Church of the Superluminals requires quantum computing.
