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August 10, 2010
I feel time slipping past me - racing past as I do nothing, nothing, nothing...

Work is not a worthwhile activity (to me) - this reading and writing and taking walks and watching movies and sipping coffee and trying to stay cool and noting changes in the neighborhood - all nothing when superimposed upon the movement of the clock, the calendar, the birthday balloon and the new years ball in times square.

what then? what? if not now, then when - but WHAT?

the purpose of life? naaah..  i'm past that quandry - if one can be past it - but then, what? What? WHAT????