Today, when the warmth and comfort of being a self blocks out hot-button issues, one accepts one’s unique-yet-shared desires as if the self and nonself are one.

The inanity of sanity.

I haven’t yet found a “them” that is purely opposed to me/us.

Young kids start a restaurant called The Marketplace Cafe and dream of longterm success.

Longterm success of the Blue Plate Cafe Diner speaks for its competitive advantage self.

A nurse practitioner, Kandess, practically runs an internal medicine doctor’s office by herself.

The Interior Marketplace lives – Tom, Troy and the helpful, gorgeous staff.

McAbee Medical sells well. One young-looking patron reminded me of the Arquette sister from “Medium” and a David Lynch film. Another patron, a bit older, looking for a walker, told me, “Your mother is lucky [because] her son is still alive.”

I can smell iron in my blood. Time to make a whole blood donation.

Time to meditate upon nothingness; that is, take a nap.

If I had to choose one of the following for a longterm investment, which would it be?: HTML5, BofA, SpaceX, specialty whiskey distillery, sleep.