obijonk

today one loses a sense of purpose... you would prefer not to have to work in your shitty job to make money... sitting at home provides a much better prospect surely? i would like to have my degree and enjoy philosophy and immerse myself in literature without having to put in all that pesky work... wouldnt you? immersion in anything is suffocating though. i wake up and dont leave my bed until 2:30pm, i feel i ought to be elsewhere - but then thats always the case isnt it? we have to be somewhere else, always moving, inhabiting dead time where nothing is really accomplished, only our transience to another location for apparently profitable or at least worthwhile activity. you arrive... does it feel better, do you feel you have purpose? probably not. today you and i immerse in a book, in the sunlight, in a feeling of angst, frustration and pain. what makes it go away? regimentation. love. hate. weapons of mass destruction.? i make little sense in my addled state, so as much heckling as you like can occur... thanks all for your time although you never read it... did you? Jon x