Gods, I HATE that song. Still, I am now goin' nuts with it. Seems like the Tottenham riots are tonin' down, but there will be more. Can't wait to see how bad the stock market is gonna crash. This week comin' up may be my most interestin' one on this sojourn o' mine so far. From an observer's perspective of course. I'm not actually gonna join in the game.
Why should I? It's not my world, and in 3 months and 2 days it will be only a memory.
Sorry. YOU are not my problem. Yes, the injustices of life and all do not sit well with me, but I'm not here to fix anything. I came here to see my literary work go up, and see what it's like to live in this time from a 'mortal flotsam' perspective. A 'privileged' mortal flotsam perspective. Hey! It's the only type of existence I ever knew.
I couldn't be an effective vindicator now, even if I wanted to be. And when I can be, I won't be. Why interfere in a mess not of my makin' that I shouldn't mess with, anyway?
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Ya know, right now I feel like I'm in a dark tunnel I can barely squeeze through, but I know there's more room ahead. And eventually, there'll be light ahead. Or like I'm starvin', and I'm gettin' the faintest traces of a well cooked meal in the air, but I have no idea where it's comin' from; despite the fact I am invited.
These are the longest 94 days of my entire existence.
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