Perhaps it is. Times are challenging at present. Surrealists to the left of us, surrealists to the right of us.  Life, who would have thought it? At the moment it seems there is nobody that I can actually have a reasonable conversation with, and it’s getting me down.  My tolerance of stupidity has dropped to zero now.  Its gives me a feeling of extreme isolation like being the last person in the building that has to turn the lights out and lock the door.

I should have everything I need now in terms of the mundane domestic stuff. A comfortable  place to live and my material needs all satisfied. All taken care of now.  So whats up? Don’t have a clue… perhaps its that moment when you look in the mirror and truly see yourself as you are, and think oh shit is that really me?