A sad update

On the way home from the job centre I saw two men in the front seats of a hearse laughing uncontrollably. They weren't part of the procession but still I wonder....

Must rant.

I'm neither here nor there. I'm constantly on the fence. One minute everything is perfect and beautiful, and the next I can't understand why anyone puts up with any of it. I feel this with everything. Even this that you're reading. On one hand I feel like it's my earthly duty to somehow log what I'm feeling in case it may mean something to somebody at sometime. But then I ask, is it not the single most egotistical of acts to think that somebody cares about these things I have to say? I should probably delete this right now, I have done so before. Become disgusted with myself, my own thoughts written down to the point of total silence. So what to do?

Apt sentiment.

"This song goes out to Michael J Fox, the hoverboard, our trust fund, everything we were promised when we were young that we never got. Fuck the future, here comes your shitty future."

They'll bow before me.

While washing up today I broke a spoon, snapped the wooden handle off. The suspicion that I'm superhuman is increasingly strong.