written by owen on 2025-Apr-05.

I may have mentioned that I hate funerals. The only reason I went to Kevin's funeral is because I knew him back in the day 30-ish years ago when ZLTOP came out. Maybe hate is a strong word but I would rather not attend my own funeral - just leave me to rot on the road - feel the sun on my face. Eitherway, I went, I sat in the back and I took some pictures. What is a man but a collection of vacation pictures printed on low quality paper. I also hate eulogies; I imagine there should be more to say about a man's life than which school or job they spent their time at. But what is man? We do what we can, when we can. We should never regret the things we survive.

I haven't written in how long? 3 months. I am surprised it is already April. The days are flowing together so quickly I cannot even understand where the time went. A cloud of doom is on the horizon - as it always is - but I just live each day as it comes along. But I really should be writing more so that hopefully people will have more content to read. There is no shortage of photography at least. Maybe I should buy a voice recorder to reduce the friction of pen to paper or, as in this case, keyboard to screen (you get what I mean). The thing with voice is I do tend to ramble on forever - forgive me if you have experienced it - but what must be said is often time itself. Time not confined to the keys on a piano.

I have had this tab open in my web browser for practically 8 months. I wanted to read the article but I kept putting it off for a later date. Well, this week I am trying to clear my to-do lists out because they are piling up higher than my head. The article turns out to be more social media trash. The usual amalgamation of words rearranged and sorted to appear qualitative but are really quantitative slop. I am glad I got that off my list. One day at a time, sweet Jesus, is all. It may be minor but it is done and my brain can feel some level of relief - at least thats done.

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