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It's just another day in Vic City. It's a cold day, it's a lonely day. It's my kind of day. The gravely moans of Tom Waits waft through the air from the speakers. Stark instrumentals and percussion arrangements are symbolically mirrored by the naked branches standing out against the plain white sky of a dreary December afternoon. It gives me time to relax, and time to think. My tea is bitter, having been left to steep for too long, but the sugar takes the bite off and I drink it anyway.
Has my life really changed all that much? The answer is no. I feel different, but everything looks the same. Maybe it's just me who's changing. I can't help but wonder what I'm changing into. I can't decide if this change is a good thing or not. Maybe I ought to figure out what I want to change into, I might as well have some say. My tea dries up, as it always does, and I get ready to head out.
It's almost christmas time. Like most people, I'll be heading downtown to buy trinkets and toys to give to my relatives. It's a long-standing tradition of guilt and obligation that I somehow ended up enjoying. There's a challenge in it, finding objects that will be valuable to the recipient... and hopefully that value is more than what the price tag says. I've never been very materialistic, as long as I've got my hat I'm happy. But sometimes some small object will remind me that the giver cares about me, and I guess that's something that price tags have nothing to do with.
It's funny, sometimes you can think so much, and have so little to say. It makes me wonder if I'm even thinking at all. Maybe it's all just echoes in my mind. One day I'll have something to say more about. But for now, I take leave of you. May all your endeavors be met with success.
Has my life really changed all that much? The answer is no. I feel different, but everything looks the same. Maybe it's just me who's changing. I can't help but wonder what I'm changing into. I can't decide if this change is a good thing or not. Maybe I ought to figure out what I want to change into, I might as well have some say. My tea dries up, as it always does, and I get ready to head out.
It's almost christmas time. Like most people, I'll be heading downtown to buy trinkets and toys to give to my relatives. It's a long-standing tradition of guilt and obligation that I somehow ended up enjoying. There's a challenge in it, finding objects that will be valuable to the recipient... and hopefully that value is more than what the price tag says. I've never been very materialistic, as long as I've got my hat I'm happy. But sometimes some small object will remind me that the giver cares about me, and I guess that's something that price tags have nothing to do with.
It's funny, sometimes you can think so much, and have so little to say. It makes me wonder if I'm even thinking at all. Maybe it's all just echoes in my mind. One day I'll have something to say more about. But for now, I take leave of you. May all your endeavors be met with success.