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January 14, 2003
As the pale fingers of dawn creep westward with me on the train, I contemplate the current state of affairs, my existence that passes for Life. Early morning, Gates of Delirium echoing between my ears, a small cuppa Joe in hand, these set the stage for introspection. Obsession seems a natural state for me. "One track mind" is kinder, but isn't accurate, it lacks a certain creativity and flexibility that seem inherent in obsession, and multiple, concurrent obsessions are my standby. I do not want to just replace one with another, but I wonder if I'm headed down that path.