Life is just plain weird, that’s all I can say. And yes, I’m saying this without anything to contrast it against, which is strange too. The whole thing, and how I move around in my magnifying glass over the face of the earth, the stillness…the silence. And yet it is entirely familiar, and contains no problems. Somehow I was thrown from the particular to the general, and this is mainly how I live now. Walking in anonymity. Of course I have my little family, the wife and baby, and I carry myself differently and behave a certain way when I’m with them. And I love them so much…however, here, (wherever they aren’t), I have no name whatsoever. Very few cares, just a flippant idea floating in a dream. There is no rush, because there is no time, nowhere to be, nothing to do. And I don’t care to theoretically link up the various spheres that make up this experience, there is no need!
And guess what else lives here?! Fake grass and real flowers! And babies!