Monday, January 15, 2001

You my imaginary reader, YOU are all that is not alien in my self. Around you coalesces all the common
thoughts, pedestrian ideas, normal subjects of conversation that allows me to escape from what is other
than myself. We must break free of this hindrance in my self together, and walk out bravely into the wilds
of thought, where the trails end and even the tracks have vanished.

Sunday, January 14, 2001

Some savage thoughts sometimes come and take me aback. They take me back into the deep background of who I am not. As thoughts they stray from the path of my self. They let me know who I am not, who I was not, and who I will not be. From these savage thoughts I learn the most, I learn what is alien within me that seeks to be heard despite my self.

Saturday, January 13, 2001

Some thoughts are private. Some thoughts deserve to be kept to oneself. But these thoughts seem to have escaped into a vitual world. I wonder where they will end up going and who will be infected by them. Perhaps an imaginary reader will appear, as if from no where, to think these thoughts again and transform them into their own.