Body, name, shelter, family, friends. I have these things.
Inside the bone globe that sits atop my neck, my thoughts travel back in time, back to the future, and back to places I’ve never been. Sometimes everything is so overwhelming it’s frightening, other times it’s all so boring and mundane, that’s also frightening.
Where does everyone fit in? I think there is some type of predeterminism in effect, as well as free will.
I have a tendancy to ramble.
