Just more putatively cathartic rambling. I always thought I would do something. Something big or at least something that was mine. Time seems to be running out. And more importantly motivation seems to have run out a very long time ago, if it was ever there to begin with in any sort of non-pretend way. I feel like I should give up, but I don’t exactly know what it is that I am giving up and why it would really be a loss. Really I’m just conceited and don’t want to think of myself as common. But that’s probably not true either.
