Am I the only one that feels this way?
So many common pleasures and interests alienate me, but I love fireworks.
I woke up in utter confusion, my body half-off the bed, my mind buzzing with questions.
Impermanence, no self, non-attachment: no, thanks.
Is a lack of breathing room causing neurosis?
Suddenly, this thing I loved so much, this huge, unfathomable piece of myself, felt dirty and unfamiliar. I lay in my bed and stared at my guitar, hanging on the wall, mocking me.
Learning to be a designer has taught me how much I like to work quietly for other people's benefit.
Jews are in pain and I don't know what to do about it.
