that's life i guess. and life is for the living.
i'm living mine, that's for sure.
not so much angst or anger these days; i'm baie happy with my maan, with my werk, and with my situation in lewe.
confucius had it right:
everything has its beauty, but not everyoen sees it
i try to see the world's beauty,
but those who know me
know that i wear glasses.
a new, stronger prescription though this summer.
same blueberrry frames. loves me 'em.
i didn't want this entree to tern into a rant or stream or conscience (still find it interesting that that's con-science, anyway) but that seems to be where this is heading.
i fear i should stop, lest i get on about nothings and noughts and end up boring you all
all of you...
who's there?
that's me finished. still a stranger, but a happy one.
hic extraneus felix sum
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