i want to be everybody:
i want to live off government
welfare for a year or two, just for the experience. i want to be a
poet, a
philosopher, a
puppeteer, a nurse at a psychiatric
hospital, a
world leader, a
graveyard shift convenience store worker, a
prisoner on
death row,
bill gates,
john lennon,
idi amin,
don burke.... just for the
experience.
and then one day i just want to stop.
and i want to buy my own bookstore and live above it and find the world again.
try telling that to your career guidance counsellor. *sighs*
today i almost blacked out. there was all this static in front of my eyes, like when you stare too closely at the pixels on a newspaper picture. i wonder if that is what dying is like, suddenly fading to black? i wonder too much.