“You're not your job. You're not how much money you have in the bank. You're not the car you drive. You're not the contents of your wallet. You're not your fucking khakis. You're the all-singing, all-dancing crap of the world.”
~ Fight Club
December 01, 2009
November 28, 2009
November 19, 2009
October 14, 2009
Again in the Dark....
I am alone in the dark, turning the world around in my head as I struggle through another bout of insomnia, another white night in the great American wilderness.
September 20, 2009
Man in the Dark
Alanis Morissette sings Isn’t it ironic. Isn’t it ironic to suffer from insomnia while reading a book about a man who suffers from the very same thing lying awake in the dark making up stories? Am I making up my own story you may ask. My question would be in return: Isn’t everyone making up their own stories as they go along the way? With every thought that crosses our minds and every decision we make we write and are composer of our own stories. So lying awake in the dark with the noise of wind rattling through the trees determining the atmosphere I was wondering about my own story. With every decision we make, being it as simple as deciding to go left or right, we chose one possibility and determine all further outcomes from that point. Before we make that decision all options are open and the possibilities are endless but as soon as we pick one all the other ones are unimportant and gone.
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