Writing

Is something that happens in the moment, its a fleeting thing that comes to you as you observe the world....i have this urge to write at times when there is no way for me to record the eperience....and mymemory can recall great times and memories, it doesnt quite capture my thoughts at the moment, those shaping intristic thoughts and feelings you get from an event or a situation.

I love the bus, i sit there and observe people, and im immune to sound sick i have my CD player( yes call me outdaed, but i am not sure on the Ipod jsut yet, i saw a black nano today and it was all scratched up so i dunno if i want a nano anymore since they seem to be easily scratched) and i just watch people and things, and its really quite something, and it inspires me to sit write and comment, the bus is really unique in that it has so many faces in all shapes and sizes, of different people, so that you truly see how much humans vary, and how fortunate i ma to look like i do :)

It is similar to waht i did in croatia when i went to the caffe and put music on and just wrote a manifesto, or rather a poor imination of my thoughts and ideas that were shaped around me thinking that perhaps i had some sort of enlightenment that was intresting, highly preposterous and presumptious of me, yes i know, but such is anyone who thinks they have grasped truth,m only to realize later that they were far from it, and were distoreted, though the same could technically be said of this paragraph, naive to asusme that i am any smarter really...

i love logic, it takes me into weird places, and makes for a great though, and that really is what i love, i just wish that i would more often be inclined ot muse, so as to say that i wish i had more time to actually clear my head and really be allowed to explore the mysteries of my universe and contemplate the randomness and strangeness of my life, which i must say is really an intresting ride, the odds of me beaing like this 7 years ago i belive were so small that you have a better chance dying while reading this (and wwouldnt that be some stat, there are like less then 5 ppl who read this and for one of them to kick it in this paragraph would really be something) but then again i am a bit naive, i guess every life is preety uncertain and all paths are open, and since you take so many steps and turns the possibilitys become endless....

many a times i have owndered, what if i turned around that day, or waht i i just ignored this, or talked to him/her, and the most famous and cliche, the turning left or right on a random walk, though walk is really ever random...as soon as you decide to have one it is no longer random, technically you would just ahve to get up, and unconciously go and walk (sleepwalking tus is guess is the only rnadom walk) though i dont think this works either as you know you are doing it in the dream and probably jsut acting on some deeper psyche

but there you go arnt you glad we eliminated the chance of a random walk forever... though how can you eliminate chance, isnt there always a chance no matter how ifinitly tiny it is...

confounding isnt it all....