I don’t have the dedication of a clear uncluttered mind. Mine is full of hidden nooks and sheltered crannies that harbor the frantic fears of the hunted. I don’t have the slightest idea of the meaning of anything, it’s all pretense and clouds, garbled syllables mumbled by a clown wearing a bear suit.

I guess you can tell that I’m feeling slightly down today. Sometimes I wonder what I’m doing here, and why I try so hard. Where do I expect to go? What do I expect to get?

I haven’t the faintest idea. But I’ll get up tomorrow and begin again.

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