Wednesday, November 28, 2012

Bothering

I really can't talk to anyone, can I.

Wednesday, November 7, 2012

An Island of Sand

The sky was filled with millions of stars. A young boy tugs at his grandpa's shoulder.

"With so many stars, what happens when one goes out? Would anyone notice?"

 And the grandfather answered:

"No."

"But the universe becomes a little colder.

"And a little less bright."

Tuesday, November 6, 2012

"insert non-sequitur here"

Can't tell if I'm conforming to unusualness. Sometimes it seems better to be boring. But when you wear a mask too long, it becomes your face.

Facebook is an annoying place to put musings. Twitter seems potentially worse. To pen ones thoughts out to the world in a place where no one would normally look. Why does that seem more appealing? Elistism? Pseudo-secrecy? Fear of feedback? Sigh...