gamma rays, moon men, and marigolds
And 50 weeks bleeds into 104...funny how nothing changes. check out the dates on these posts. i could cut and paste the same words and and the same whine, and where have all the flowers gone non-sense, but the truth is that my pursuit of change is the one thing that always stays the same. my disapointment with the apathy and bordom which accompany adulthood. my periodic reflection on the past and questioning the distance of my dreams. there's a sadness and an inspiration in this ritual, in life, in the moments that come around every 50 weeks or so reminding us who we are and where we came from. it's only through those moments that i ever get an inkling of where it is i'm headed.