Oh my word. Did I want to say anything political here? Is it that time already? No. Plug into the endless beauty of fragile things via the internet. Enjoy not being sure of anything. Love being. Don't ask why and you'll save time wringing your hands and leave it to someone who can't escape thinking. Too much. Be nice and hope for the best. Fuck it, be mean and hope for the best. I hope your not thinking about what I'm saying cos it doesn't matter. I hope you don't think I'm trying to be clever cos I'm not. I'm just writing because I'm bored. Across bridges and highways move constantly, flickering chimerically always on the horizon. Try to spill words into the void that lies between you and me. Making the connection, like a star, reaching accross endless fields of chance encounters, playing dice. So to speak. Sit on a beach and listen to the waves and don't get too involved. Time and distance separate. Wounds heal. Take it easy. Read Manhattan Transfer. Absorb the energy of giant structures. How does this blog end?...
