Want to talk about anything?

I woke up late and pretty much fell into my commute to work. I suppose, however, that’s no real reason no negate life and its uncountable eccentricities (or moments).

I sat opposite an older man with my nose in a book about Quantum physics. It seemed silly, because the book was there, dead in my hands. Concurrently, there was a living record of experience sitting across from me, looking cold and clambering with bags of his life’s necessities.

I sometimes toy with the idea of getting a tattoo. By and large these thoughts I have are no more than passing interests and upon this I do not take too seriously the idea of being marked. If I had to, today… I should like to get something on my forearm… or perhaps the back of my neck… or somewhere visible the front of my person, to the effect of “Want to talk about anything?”. I say this because I do not think it, I know that my life would be more full, more interesting, and my death more deserved, if I found myself talking to random people more often than finding myself scanning the pages of dead, thoughtless books.

Books are still rad. It looks like Ron Paul didn’t upset the Iowa Caucus (boohoo, but really who didn’t see this coming?). The Canadians lost the Silver medal World Juniors game (?? I think that’s what they were playing) against the Ruskies.

That’s about it.

peace out, January 3rd.

– J

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About Ossington

I often think but seldom share these thoughts. And if the product of my thinking is to affect anything but my own sense of satisfaction, then surely it must be shared. Here you may try to know what I believe to know.
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