When did this stop being a therapeutical outlet? My creative inspiration seems to have degraded with the years..... all I have is those poor ripped out pages from my various journals. what a mess

are we destined to be controlled by technology? why are we so greedy for the next advancement? I shouldn't be surprised that humans get off from personal achievements, especially in tech.... it can be exciting, I get it. I get caught up in it too sometimes but it's horrible at the same time. I'm ready to escape and start my commune in the wilderness....

When I read something like Mr. Penumbra's 24 Hour Book Store, I understood it but still, it scared me. Is there anyone left to enjoy the simple things with me?

People want me to have a plan but they don't really seem to like what I give to them. But I am a little worried my focus is too adrift on my own....