written by owen on 2009-Oct-30.
I am a solver. I genuinely believe that every problem can be solved by paitient thought and constantly re-arranging the variables involved in the problem. Little round mirrors. Lately I keep thinking that I will solve myself out of a job. Who needs a job anyway? There must be a easier way to keep idle hands out of trouble, find something you love.
I am often at work in the early mornings having the urge to go home and then when I reach home I am thinking about something at work - something to solve or document. I think its the traffic - it drains my soul, murdering my time in cold blood. Curse the hours we have to keep.
Happiness writes white. I can already feel the pain for the people that might try to figure out the references, especially since I live so much in the presentense. Incommunicado. It should be hard, especially in the future, with computers that run on water. But then again in a million years nothing will matter and the moon will lost to the emptiness of space.