Today has been a bit rough mentally. Often when I have been away for a little while I tend to get a bit depressed on returning home and very irritable too. If I could afford it perhaps I would just keep moving for ever. The world and I are at odds again without a doubt. As usual no exceptions to the rule. Some days I get the feeling that I can communicate better with people in a language I can hardly speak than than in English. Maybe its paranoia or maybe its something else? I am up far to late writing this rubbish again and trying not to get angry with the sheer heartlessness of much that I see and hear. Much of what I have feared seems to be coming to pass in front of my eyes as if I had predicted it. Nothing to do with being psychic just the onset of the obvious, the path being already drawn and the trail mapped out a bit like this bandes dessinée …
