Maybe the problem is that none of us want to grow up.
Been reading a lot. Am quite overwhelmed by the pile of it all, but am finding moments between having to work, moments between selecting other moments in which to live, to read, and reflect. Will be 33 soon after all. Good time for reflection, in this a palindrome b-day year. Never thought I'd be here. Although being here is okay sometimes, often, really. But at least once a day I forget where I am, and focus on the undefinable--could be my foray into deconstructing language.
So the world is wide, they tell me. Maybe I need to get away. Maybe Berlin. Visit my darling Eva. Drink some German beer--eat another's world.