Retrospectively, i am so full of myself.
Considering i am 1 of approximately 5 million types of organism in this world and 1 of 6 billion people in the world. What right do i have to have a name.

I rather believe in stories with no ending than one with endings. and that's the only difference between history and a story.

Here's my utopia. We live as loners, we meet we interact. run into a buddy have a drink. run into a mate, have sex, repopulate. or in other words back to the days of homo erectus.

i need a new body.

Have you ever been so so tired, you consciously feel yourself drifting away. But you keep pulling yourself back because somehow you know the thought ends in a black hole which ends in another black hole. you consciously think of things that would not make you think. like the biology assignment in front of you was to be handed in yesterday, or that Saturday's coming in 2 days. Conscious, but yet eventually when everyone on cyberspace drops out, you've still got to sleep. Consciously return to the black hole that still looks the same. i'm so tired. dear god, where's everyone.