Looking Out

The window of bedroom, 2nd story, in an ivy-covered brick church that has long since functioned in a less holy sector.

How many men have stood and contemplated their lives out this window?  Their joyous successes, their pitiful failures and the hard times that invariably come between the fast paced happy moments.  How many men have changed their minds inside those cold brick walls, or had them changed against their desires and wishes?

Cast Away

Why do I feel so compelled to follow every experiment I attempt to undertake, even if only for the sake of learning what I can learn from it, through to the very brutal and oftentimes needlessly long and drawn out finish?  I'd be well served to stop the internal bickering and delaying of the decisions shortly after they ever begin.

How do I learn to be less wasteful of my time and easier to please when deciding to call it quits?

Let the fungus grow.  It doesn't hurt.

In other news, I like cameras.