So here I am, unable to escape this body, which is me, and thus forced to examine the prospects of real life in this moment.

I can kid about time travel or rocketing to a different planetary body but it’s not going to happen anytime soon.

Observing the battle for the 2012 U.S. presidential election will become part of what I do, if not actively, then at least through exposure to popular media sources.

Being neither wholly Republican nor wholly Democrat, I hear money talk through artificial issues and proposed planks/platforms.

Meanwhile, the guy my age has enough presidential experience under his tenure to account for some headlines:

• Promise of transparency in an era of IT infiltration
• Another illegal war in the era of…well, I’m not exactly sure

How do I get out of the mental realm of cynicism and back into the pure play of innocent sarcasm?

Political pundits will “what if..” to spill ink onto marketable print.

At least I can always say somebody my age served in the White House and sat behind the desk in the Oval Office.

Other than that, what can I claim?

Profiteering kept the concept of the U.S. alive a little longer during my lifetime, I suppose.

Other than that, what else matters?

How do I entertain myself into the latter stages of the early part of the second half of my life?

A remnant of the “Me” generation lives on.

You can’t take back what you said and did, no matter who you are, but the public can be led to forget very easily.

That’s who we are.

Hope for our species’ future is abundant.

Where do I find/create hope for my future?

One day, I woke up and discovered I have no friends who call me up to go out to lunch.

The hermit got his wish.

Now what?