at that point where i google "the meaning of life" for some answers.

[and think to myself that maybe that has something to do with my problems...but why shouldn't it be that easy?]

My days require standardization, precision, clear objectives and rationale. Forms, formats, formalities. A casual observer might see me working at my desk but actually only the hollowed-out front half of my body is here. My arms, typemousetype. My mouth, blahblahexplainingblahblah. My head, nodnodnod. It's a narcissa-facade, a clever automaton

Meanwhile, I am in some other place, half-heartedly searching for a way to reunite my body with my self.

11:43 a.m. - 2008-05-09