8:25 a.m. - September 24, 2003
Mission statement, reprised, regurgitated, a downer on a bothersome Wednesday, an alert perhaps?
The most elemental things always seem just beyond my reach. Themes of alienation are operationalized in this journal with respites being bathroom breaks between scenes of Waiting for Godot and disquietudes the odd upticks in an otherwise flatlined joie de complaisance.
That's all I have to say.
