Snow and fire and walks in nature and nostalgia and romance and my memories of childhood christmas on the farm. The image of a forest covered in snow seen through the living room window strikes me.

every human being deserves to be happy. I truly believe there is nothing a human can ever do to lose this right. Independantly and personally figuring out how to become happy without adversely affecting other people's independant and personal attempts at finding happiness is the problem, of course, but please do your best to never forget that underneath that, no human can lose his or her right to happiness.

im growing up in a world slowly transforming into a transhumanist state.

where is value? what is valuable? what counts? what happens when what was valuable by the nature of its scarcity is now no longer scarce? is it still valuable?

does anyone know whether or not Im really trying? I dont think Ill ever feel like Im trying hard enough. I have eyes that see what I can do for miles and miles, but my knees are weak and Im somewhere else.

Its so heartbreaking to spend time doing a good job, when that job isnt what feels right. When what feels right is wandering and writing and listening and singing and chasing the minds of pretty women.