Do you ever get bored, the same person, the same planet, day after day after day?

Do you feel the need to brag about yourself because no one else will?

As a meditative person, I spend most of my time staring at the back of my eyelids, followed closely by staring at the woods around my house.

With billions of people to imagine, both living and dead, I can creative a thought set that manipulates my next set of thoughts to imagine I create my own future, manipulating and being manipulated by the people around me in concentric circles of influence.

Ideas come and go.

Watch a remake of a twist on Oedipus Rex for the umpteen millionth time, this time in the guise of “Looper,” and I accept the fact that originality and newness is the illusion of forgetfulness and ignorance.

I am a tired old man, waiting to die, simple as that, have been since I was five and figured out that for the rest of my life I’d be surrounded by stupidity masquerading as wisdom.

I attempt to entertain myself by putting my nose into other people’s business and observe their shortsightedness, sometimes able to predict where they’ll stumble upon yet another remix that has been forgotten and will be forgotten again.

Sigh…forever remaking ourselves in our own funhouse mirror images…

Is there nothing more?

I’m just glad that this blog isn’t real, that it influences no one else’s thought patterns, just a remix of the news passing through my thought sets in order to shade my eyes from my reflection in the mirror that long ago became a magnifying glass reflecting nothing.

Forty-five years of invisibility…

I am tired of this game.

I want a new universe, a new set of rules, a new body, a new set of “thought patterns,” even if they’re aren’t thoughts at all and “I” is a fiction that no longer exists…

Oh, somewhere in this favored land the sun is shining bright;
The band is playing somewhere, and somewhere hearts are light,
And somewhere men are laughing, and somewhere children shout;
But there is no joy in Mudville — mighty Casey has struck out.