touch it....yet feel absolutely nothing.
so i just got back home from CalStateHayward.
i waited for eric to pass out, then tucked him in. i cleaned the apartment up a bit because Kirsten always cleans. And well she has a midterm tomorrow so i didnt want her to have to do it. well anways...
the drive home was the interesting part.
i have never driven down mission blvd when its COMPLETELY FOGGY. then while driving philosophical thoughts started to churn in my mind.
while driving through the immense fog, i realized its kidna like how we go through life. some of us "drive" through life with out actually living and seeing the reality of everything. we know its there and we recognize the shape and figure but we dont really see the REALITY of it all.
theres sometihng so eerie and mysterious about the fog. It makes you want to come out and greet it, touch it, yet feel absolutely nothing.
i waited for eric to pass out, then tucked him in. i cleaned the apartment up a bit because Kirsten always cleans. And well she has a midterm tomorrow so i didnt want her to have to do it. well anways...
the drive home was the interesting part.
i have never driven down mission blvd when its COMPLETELY FOGGY. then while driving philosophical thoughts started to churn in my mind.
while driving through the immense fog, i realized its kidna like how we go through life. some of us "drive" through life with out actually living and seeing the reality of everything. we know its there and we recognize the shape and figure but we dont really see the REALITY of it all.
theres sometihng so eerie and mysterious about the fog. It makes you want to come out and greet it, touch it, yet feel absolutely nothing.