Tuesday, September 20, 2011

Gears turning. Tiny gears, always turning.

You start to think really strange thoughts at a time like this.

Not so much concerned with the bigger picture per se, but more so practicalities of what there is to do, and hope everyone else can have it all together.

There's a lot to take care of. I've accumulated a lot of stuff! I should get rid of most of it, it's a shame we live such consumer based lives.

It's so cold today, which is a big turn from yesterday, which was quite warm. Welcome to this town!

Who would have guessed that words uttered so nonchalantly from someone elses mouth would be so profound to me? Maybe it was calculated, the way it was delivered.

But it looks like it's sealed my fate, justification for all I was.

Talking about myself in the past tense? Bad grammar, Joaquin!

Enough for now. Take care of yourselves, Joaquin out.

Thursday, September 01, 2011

A lot to say...

...but not right now.