"The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace things, but burn, burn, burn, like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars..." - Jack Kerouac

Such is a passion about people and observation... To fill our lives with something, to walk about from empty.. power lies in the nothing...

But what if, what if we were in danger of burning out, or worse yet.. what if we were never to burn at all? But instead watch, always watch, and surround ourselves with powerful strong lights, hoping that our artificial light wasn't noticed amongst the stars?? Is it too narcissistic to focus on yourself and your perception to others? Who I am and what am I putting out there??

I was sitting in a car with a couple of my friends the other night, avoiding the stank and grime of the subway for at least one night. Lost among the laughter and jokes going on between the people in the car... Drivers says to me, "talk, say something" but must I? Can't I just observe sometimes? Do we always have to fill our world with noise, is the silence that frightening?

MEH ~

Maybe I am no more than that which I desire.
It's too early for such deep thoughts.. these are middle of the night ramblings..