passive

There was this cool final fantasy concert tonight. I really wanted to go. Actually I started practicing piano for the first time in too long and I wanted to keep doing that, but I knew I would regret not going to the concert. So when my brother called me at 6:55 offering to buy me a ticket I decided I would go. I searched for the car GPS for too long before deciding to use google maps, running up and down between levels all the while to make sure I had the right things in my pockets. I finally received the time estimate of about an hour from google maps at about 7:15, and decided that plus parking I had missed the concert. Story for a rainy day, everyone nods and says "aww golly" while staring blankly to the side.

This is the blog of a person who no longer has anything to say. Actually he never had anything to say in the first place; he's just finally seen the windmills for windmills. The miracle of consciosness lost it's splendor, giving way to a gross, bland gray blob with a sign on it saying "better than nothing." Clearly this person is lying to you, because he's actually saying something. It's just something about what he's saying and nothing else. It's a self-contained structure that he's trying to apply to the rest of life in search of some final complexity, some final understanding. Or rather some final solace in that he doesn't understand.

"I know nothing save the fact of my ignorance" quoth socrates. And he must have held that thought too long and clawed it's eyes until he was sqeaking it out before the laughter of a crowd that already knew. But the unexamined life is not worth living! Thanks einstein, we didn't know that, can you please let us get back to playing pretend? Fuck, he won't shut up. Here, drink this, that's better, on with it and tell me how I may live.

If a genie popped out of a bottle right now and held a gun to my head and asked what your one wish was before he blew your head off just after, what would it be? Except it could only be something you could have yourself accomplished given the proper dedication. After this he will travel to an alternate universe where he didn't ask you, 70 years in the future in the form of disease and ask you again and compare and contrast. Then a bigger genie asks the genie the same question.