I feel like I practically live in Kings Cross station, it's got to the point where members of staff in the coffee shops remember me. Not that I'm complaining, for deep thinking, trains are one of the better places to do it (so long as you're quiet carriage or first class...I'm no seating snob, but I don't dig yelling babies and super crowded aisles).
And just as my mind and body are finally craving some quiet time, where I actually stay in one place doing one thing for once, I realise that I'm off to Belgium on Thursday, and will probably not get much sleep until then thanks to my giant workload and lack of motivation to do anything about it. No, instead I'll just sit here and blog to a group of readers that don't actually exist, but hey, that's how I like it.
I'm beginning to think that everything done here is totally pointless, where's my enlightenment? is this the life of gods, or are we merely avoiding, ignoring, not realising, why we're all here? where has our nature gone, what have we become? surely, this is not what it should be. If so, then we're all fools for believing these wild fantasies.
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