This is what it means to live on. When granted hope, a person uses it as fuel, as a guidepost to life. It is impossible to live without hope.

But knowing what I don’t want to do doesn’t help me figure out what I do want to do. I could do just about anything if somebody made me. But I don’t have an image of the one thing I really want to do. That’s my problem now. I can’t find the image.

Maybe the star doesnt even exist any more.Yet sometimes that light seems more real to me than anything.

We never choose anything at all. Things happen. Or not.

Thinking about spaghetti that boils eternally but is never done is a sad, sad thing.

What I feel for her is a wholly different emotion. It stands and walks on its own, living and breathing and throbbing and shaking me to the roots of my being.

Concentration is one of the happiest things in my life.