"Now in the dark world where I dwell.
Ugly things and surprising things. and sometimes little wonderous things spill out at me constantly, and I can count on nothing." - A Scanner Darkly.
So I wonder if I'm pretentious for trying. Or is it just me? I try to be what I can, I read and learn and understand. Few seem to understand, even fewer even bother trying. Is it sad or is it just how it is?
Well thats done with me.
