Wednesday September 17th, 2008 @ 11:56 PM

Filed under: now

I don’t like my phone. I don’t have any problems with your phone.

It’s not about what happens after I pick up. The conversation might bore me, which is uncomfortable, but not unbearable. It’s about the time before I pick up. The unknown. The potential interference, the uninvited involvement.

I can’t have any external references and influences. How else will I contribute something truly original. How else will I become who I am?

I can’t tell any stories but my own so you can’t teach me much. Even the stories I read are by people telling their story, which is preferably similar to my own. I know what I know, and it all comes from inside, not outside. The problem is that my world and the world are so different.

I’m finding a place where I fit, where it and I can play, exchanging brains for bucks.