Reaching for a solipsistic state of mind and failing, of course. Cogito, ergo sum says Descartes (though not really - he said, in fact, "Je pense, donc, je suis") before adding that whole bit about 'there but for the grace of god go I'. ugh. Oh please Mr. Wizard - may I have some courage?? Galileo was all that AND a bag of chips.

Irrelevant.

Only the first sentence mattered - no apologies though; you say you want coherency and logical thought patterns, I say go write your own journal.

So yes - overcrowded. Too many others around. Here, and here (an interesting modern twist to utopia vs. heterotopia. Another time though, Foucault pains me tonight). Here in my house, and here, online. Not a claustrophobic overcrowding though.. more a walking down the street on time-dependant errands and running into a procession of people you knew in high school. The unintentional Class of '89 reunion. Damn.. has it been that long? (Considered - if Al is right about special relativity - the internet is the proverbial planet left behind by the proverbial rocket ((Real Life in this twisted and mathematically blasphemous version of the Twin Paradox)) travelling away at the speed of light. You know what I mean - you meet someone online and two months ago seems like ancient history; IRL, 2 months and you're still unsure if Bill is the brother or an uncle.)

Tangents aside (ha! that's funny forever!), I'm feeling scattered. Is it obvious? Removing the extraneous bodies and the extra work they produce for me, other issues that I have dealt (am still dealing) with include:

1] anti-semitism as practiced by children
2] idiocy as practiced by Revenue Canada
3] a grand debate: editing v. personal expression (non-censorship related)
4] my hand's apparent reluctance to draw what I need it to
5] cramps, bloating and aching fatigue

AND! I have no new books to read. I know - how is it I survive?? Other than the racism issue, nothing of the above list is terrible. I'm breathing, my loved ones are still breathing, all other necessities of life are accounted for. (Welcome to my 'just fucking deal with it' pep talk. I always give myself this speech when I feel guilty for whining. It works, short term. I'm just too busy to go searching for a definitive resolution.)

I just need to recharge.. I still need to find a little space.