I have arrived abruptly and sooner than expected at that brick wall which says, "Abandon Hope All Ye Who Enter Here." I am thinking how much of what I do is an interpretation to the world, a way to round up information and organize it into digestible chunks. And I don't want to. I mean, why should I explain the world to you? Don't you get it? Of course you do. You know what the world is. That's what you do. If you didn't you wouldn't be able to lead your life. Then what can I do? Is there really so much unexplained that you would like to know? Who cares?
It's quite a wall. I'm not sure how I will get through or around it. At least I'm working.