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Location: Home.
Listening: Fight Club.

So, a few questions for the world at large:

At what point does culpability become obviated?

At what point does reception become solicitation?

At what point does one become tired of being a vector, an excuse, and a facilitator?

I was living in a state of perpetual deja vu.

No easy, canned answer for any of this, really. No cut and dried, simple, black and white way to burn it out.

First, you have to give up.

Stop trying to control everything and just let go.

At some point everyone who has drifted from their nature comes back to themselves. The trick is not allowing oneself to go further in their renaissance then they did in their first life. I regard that as a transgression. But then, I regard things as trangressions that other people apparently don't regard at all. That's the problem, I'm realizing. Of course, what I see as a transgression covers everything beyond the absolute truth.

You decide your own level of involvement.

I'm sick of being the only one not having fun.

This is your pain. This is your burning hand. It's right here. Don't turn away from this.

I've only been in one serious fight in my life. I got the jump on the guy and, according to reports, almost killed him. I was eleven, then, but I don't let myself forget it.

I became the calm little center of the universe.

Where'd you go psycho?

It's called a change-over. The movie goes on and nobody in the audience has any idea.