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.