Grey, Spiral-y Life

Drunken Philosophic Philanthropy

Where have I been this last year...living in the moment, every moment, because it's moment to moment, every moment. That's life these days, decisions made second upon second, always connected to some network of requirements. Design this, accomplish this, speak this, arrange this, that is my life now. Every moment I make something happen. I awake, jump. Run down some crafty stairs to my awaiting Mac portal to the world. And there I sit, 7 hours, 12 hours, some crazy amount of my life, there I am, sitting, getting things done, doing exactly what I want to working at the speed I think. And BWAW! something's done. But what do I feel, how do I rate my concurrent experience that is life? Bored.
Bored.
I still urge to feel other, to know other, to be interested in the conversation that surrounds me....what would it be to know that? To be appeased in just being, in that everlasting moment of which I live repeatedly. Most likely it would be exactly what I feel right now, with a slight twist (I'm sure) in vocab and significations....but thet grey would remain, that indifference to the actual moment--although, that occurence, that happening which is so disgusting--it's fragmentary nature IS the moment.

The Princess

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