I'm listening to Dylan's "Visions of Johanna", because I want to know it like you sort of know yourself, in a sense, so my goal is to listen to it a few hundred times before I die (which could be at any moment, really).



Avocado. If I could express my love of avocado in words, the world would slip away into space like water over a waterfall.



Ok. I wish I could become more of an ascetic, sometimes. I've done well by denying popular culture, but I'm like: what if I could deny biological impulses? That'd be sweet. Or I wish I were more intelligent, or had a ton of money, and stuff like that. But it's okay. Physically I still look kind of ridiculous, my runner's knee has really improved over the past two months, and I'm excited for some Summer travel. I want to see awesome museums. I have ~10 pages or so left of a Jung book I've read four times, and then I'm going to break into some other stuff. I find online dating amusing, and non-online dating equally amusing.

...muttering small talk at the wall, while I'm in the hall...


From a spout on the side of a building, down in Georgia. Watch the documentary "Tapped" - the bottled water industry is awful.

...Inside the museums, infinity goes up on trial...


I'll adopt the buddha stance and touch the earth, wink at a ladybug crawling under the edge of a decaying deck, and just sorta slip into the void.

...name me someone that's not a parasite, and I'll go out and say a prayer for him...


If it's in the laundry basket, it's not lost, right? But really, as Thoreau said (or Whitman, or I'm making it up - I don't know) sometimes getting lost is the best way to find yourself.

...everything's been returned which was owed...