Oh and look! I missed three. This is good.

I just realised how unimportant I am.

Two now. Why do I still think about it? Why does my head go heavy every time I do?

I figure this blog would do a lot better as a Twitter account. But the fantasy that some day I will write more persists.

Function of the internet: to listen when we have something to say and no one to say it to.

Most of my memories are reconstructions.

Stop obsessing. And stop stalking. It'll come, surely.

eight fucking nil.

a line or two occasionally isn't good. but at least it's something.

a month, it's been.

Still waiting.

Shillong was such fun.

Kasol is so...dead. Most wasted town I've ever seen. Israelis all over the place. Signboards in hebrew, all the cafes serve israeli food (indian food tucked away at the end of the menu, only half a page of it too). Nice place though, wish the locals had a bit more vibe. The israelis seem to have sucked the vitality out of them.

I've done Salvia now. Do I believe in the soul as an entity distinct from the body? I don't think so. But then how on earth did I see myself the way I did? And I definitely saw myself. All of myself, sitting over there. I saw the back of my head, I look over it and I saw the tree I was sitting in front of. It doesn't make sense.

Documents of Doom! We're moving up, really.

When she wrote to the fuzzball, she was so eloquent, so honest, so open. Did that person die?

You make me hate myself so much. So why do I think this is good?

oh how I wish I wasn't so good at rationalizing things. I let myself get away with too many things that way.

Why did my internet presence shrink? Because I got a life. Simple, really.

conclusion of the night: tv and faith are the same thing.

Why on earth did I ever leave metal? I've only succeeded in strengthening my beliefs about music, and metal still fulfills them better than anything else.

Man does music heal.