1968.

do you ever feel like something is just playing with your mind?

like the year 1968?

conversations, movies, radio shows have all dominated the happenings of this year. mlk jr. assassinated, bobby kennedy gone, the chicago march on the democratic national convention. more bob dylan music playing through my speakers.

what does this have to teach me?
i guess i'll just have to see.

anyways. no news yet on san francisco. but i am living with two of my favorite guys right now, and it's seriously like heaven for me. it's so good to be around critical thought, laughter, and emotion all at the same time. no internet (except at the library), but lots of reading, guitar, and music.

all in all ... life is pretty decent right now. sure, i'd like to know where i will be in a month, but if i have to be in limbo, this is the best place to be at.

now, let's all meditate on the wisdom of dostoevsky as i close this petty post ...

what matters is life, life alone, the continuous and infinite process of discovering it, not the discovery itself!
[from 'the idiot'].

after all, beauty indeed will save the world.
[that's dostoevsky again].

off to make some journals or something.
k.