I had a long ass day today. Most of the muscles in my body hurt. It happens, to some of us. Fuck it: this is life.
But I’m sitting here drinking beer and watching videos which are mostly U2 at the moment, and thinking: maybe I will be the guy, one day, sitting at a bureaucratic desk, who will discuss Proust and Camus, Vedanta, and Madhyamaka Buddism with some stranger at 3am, who is getting from here to there, for reason they themselves don’t understand.
I will always be a strange person to touch. Most people will never see me. Those that do, will enter my own confusion. That would be fantastic.