It is the end of the day and I feel like singing "The National - About Today" to myself. My brain is getting messed up again and stretches itself open to the sacredness of life. The orderly fashion of dealing with misery starts at the point of my own failure to sigh. I wanted to cry somehow but no tears escape my eyes. Why am I sad again? My trip to South Korea was fun. I just got home.
Sometimes I worry that at the end of my life I may not be brave enough to face death and for that I would remain a ghost. I dont want that to happen. I want to be at peace.
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