I'm still me, nothing is really different.
I know that if you are reading this, you'll be thinking...
Geez what happened to the dude?
Nothing happened. just life. just things.
I don't know if this is true, but i suspect that it might be growing up.
a step closer to death
-- and I welcome it. It's a wonderful experience, this slowness, this temperate enjoyment of pleasure
as opposed to the heady rush of ecstatic life experiences?

don't get me wrong, i still do stupid things, but this time there is a bit more meditative pleasure when I go skimming down asphalt, in the middle of crazy traffic.

it's life you know?
can end immediately, can last a long time.
can pick the fruit from the vine, or watch it fall on the grass, rot and shrivelled.
life.

no apologies
just life.