written by owen on 2015-Nov-23.

As I grow older the things I like are more fuzzy. I am no longer a kid in a candy shop. My dentist says I should come more often as she stares at me through her thick glasses prescribed for her near-sited-ness. She needs to work less often. The things that annoy me are more prevalent. I am not waiting for lunchtime or for Friday cause inside this fet is my home. The world is amazing. I just have to figure out what part of it I should be enjoying right at this moment. Its hard to tell. Hearts a mess.

It is interesting to see how facebook reacts when someone dies. The network effect spreads like wild fire until our mothers start asking if they know the friend of a friend who is being RIP-ed. There is a certain finality to death. Other things in life you can recover from, sway back and forth or hope for a better future. We all cope in different ways. No one know what will be the death of us but at least you can love the life you live - even if its not perfect. Dont worry about life and give the best of you. Live the life you love. Do not spend your time being a self-righteous nuisance - desperate to connect.

Bottle caps seem to be the most common thing to wash up on a beach and at the same time the most dangerous for sea birds. Mostly the plastic ones. In various colours. They can bob around in the water forever. Most things in nature are born, grow and eventually die. Plastic bottle caps are forever. The sea is a mess.

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