Currently I've been playing host to many ideas of what to do with my time here on Mother Earth. As of now, being unemployed and reorganizing what is left of my past initiatives has proven to be less than fulfilling. Waking everyday in a city that I longed to live in, only to find the same scene playing out in my comfy bedroom in Queens, has made me realize that life is but a mere stain on the polyester suite of the soul.
But, dear readers, do not get me wrong. Because when something like this photo (as found in the NYTimes) truly exists, the thoughts of there being something larger than us, tends to become very conceivable.
