Satnam Baba

well lovers,


Today is the 24th of 35 days, and my attitude has changed considerably. I've been working on my life-line over the past 24 hours and am a bit concerned that, despite my sober attempt to maintain candor, it may be taking on a flowery ornate aspect that may obscure the thing-in-itself. We shall see about this.

I woke up early this morning from a dream narrative that found me wandering the barren toxic wastes of a post-apocalyptic north America looking for food, listening to antiquated 40s jazz on a personal stereo. Somehow amidst the clamor of all this i found myself in an open air classroom, anticipating a midterm examination on literary devices, from which i excused myself so that i could go to the washroom, whereby i woke myself and wrote this instead.

I spent some time yesterday looking for a place, i found myself imagining what it would be like to live amidst the photos of each apartment, and picturing what kind of life i stood to lead. In each one i found myself a little gloomy and isolate. I imagine things will likely begin to exclude me going forward. I'm pretty sure i stand to lose friends. I'm not good with abandonment. I have been accused of being needy. I suppose this is for the best though. At least i stand to regain and re-cultivate my sophistication. This is stupid. -EndofNarrative-