People always talk about recapturing their lost youth, I’m like ‘screw that’, I lost that little asshole on purpose.
Yesssssssss
WGIL reports the pair told officers that the nude late-night fast-food run might not have been a great idea, but they both still thought it was funny
Universe in a grain of sand, or Brane in a wind-chime
The question of how something came from nothing is the question ‘how did the void and its frothing loam of virtual particles get concussed into a shit-tonne of hydrogen?’
Believing in free assembly, I see no problem in things like the Strong Nuclear force spontaneously happening.
The real brain freeze is thinking about what could have possibly spooked such a vast quantity of sub atomic energy into condensing up all those levels in the first place.
Privacy
Strangely, this is probably the most private, most enduring place I can set down this thought. Excellent how blogs lurk in the depths. Hide in plain sight right? Well I have to tell someone, even if that someone is me.
She walked right by me again tonight.
I don’t know who she is.
It’s always a different person.
But in my mind she’s the same girl.
The one that’s right.
The one I never meet.
Posted in Observations
Obvious
They say a picture tells a thousand words, but I suspect that may be an upper limit. I took a picture this morning and it tells 23 words, if you count numerals and double ups. 
Species
I’ve recently found myself wondering, as many have before, how much, if any, of me is actually me? How much is just a jigsaw of other people’s thoughts, words and ideas? Am I just the thing that’s wondering about the puzzle, on the puzzle’s terms? How would I even recognise an idea that came to me of it’s own accord, that was not merely transposed from some book or film or passing conversation? Am I just a curator; an assembler of my own unique puzzle? Is it the act of assembling that creates me?
