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I’m into starting thoughts and not finishing them. Thanks for those who have sent me emails of encouragement and query.

They say everything good is worth fighting for… but to what extent?

Maybe I wake up every morning with the desire to change the world. Maybe I’m out to reinvent the wheel. Maybe not. Maybe I think we live in a cruel world. Maybe I think we’re all robots… bus riders. There are those of us who live in delusion, with false hopes… and there are those who learn to live without hope.

When it rains it pours. When I get caught in the mere necessities of life, when the everyday functions overwhelm me… midnight comes, and I realize that today nothing has changed except me. One degree colder, just a little bit harder… and I’m on my way to becoming an old man. This is how a whole population of people just blunders on.

I don’t want to ride the bus anymore… but what will I give for that?

Will I trade my 86 for a 4×4 Tercel?

Maybe for a few months…