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Since I spend a great deal of time at my job sketching and writing, can I tell people that I'm an author and an artist? :P Yesterday was d-e-a-d DEAD. Good thing I'm adept at finding stuff to occupy myself with; I feel bad for people who complain about being bored all the time.
As I made my way from the gift shop to the train station last night, I found myself feeling almost as lonely as I've felt in my entire life. Not really sad, but hyperaware of my solitude and insignifigance. The streets were crowded with couples and groups of friends laughing and being happy with each other in a variety of languages/dialects. That's far from uncommon, especially on a Saturday night, but for whatever reason it made me reflect.
A man was playing a song I recognized on a saxaphone ("The Summer Wind"), and I rarely give people on the street money but it was so meloncholy and beautiful that I gave him a dollar and a smile.
Last night I had a hell of a time sleeping, which contributed to a bad mood this morning. I turned on the radio, and a man was talking about Man's Search for Meaning by Viktor Frankel which helped me put things in perspective a bit; not just yesterday/today but so many things really. I think I'm going to read that book today.
Whattup, poorly contrived entries? The saxaphone guy and the timely mention of a meaningful book are all I really wanted to mention. The point is that, it's funny when things come to your attention at appropriate yet coincidental times...
As I made my way from the gift shop to the train station last night, I found myself feeling almost as lonely as I've felt in my entire life. Not really sad, but hyperaware of my solitude and insignifigance. The streets were crowded with couples and groups of friends laughing and being happy with each other in a variety of languages/dialects. That's far from uncommon, especially on a Saturday night, but for whatever reason it made me reflect.
A man was playing a song I recognized on a saxaphone ("The Summer Wind"), and I rarely give people on the street money but it was so meloncholy and beautiful that I gave him a dollar and a smile.
Last night I had a hell of a time sleeping, which contributed to a bad mood this morning. I turned on the radio, and a man was talking about Man's Search for Meaning by Viktor Frankel which helped me put things in perspective a bit; not just yesterday/today but so many things really. I think I'm going to read that book today.
Whattup, poorly contrived entries? The saxaphone guy and the timely mention of a meaningful book are all I really wanted to mention. The point is that, it's funny when things come to your attention at appropriate yet coincidental times...