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but mostly it's two in the first morning of 2012, and everything has been moving too fast for me to catch my breath for the last three months, and I don't really know what to say
my life is pretty much perfect, on paper, and I quite liked the future, too
but there's still part of me that is convinced we'll all be living in mud huts by the end of the year, and if I am still alive it will only be on the sufferance of people who ought to know better...
I feel like I should be doing more, but I'm so tired of being the voice in the desert and I am acutely aware that I'm not particularly qualified for this shit and I'm not always right.
my life is pretty much perfect, on paper, and I quite liked the future, too
but there's still part of me that is convinced we'll all be living in mud huts by the end of the year, and if I am still alive it will only be on the sufferance of people who ought to know better...
I feel like I should be doing more, but I'm so tired of being the voice in the desert and I am acutely aware that I'm not particularly qualified for this shit and I'm not always right.
