Apr 3, 2015
tired, but moderately peaceful, today
on the cycle, in bed, resting under the blankets sprinkled with thin cat hair from our visitor last evening, watching videos both educational and frivolous but still important, rounding out thoughts like--how do you avoid assimilation when corruption is the norm?--with a bright bulb staring stolidly at me, and i try to shift my weight to turn from it.
if i were more in control, would i be happier or burdened with the cancerous responsibility of having to maintain and nurture control? power corrupts, but what good is powerlessness?
