Questions to answer

Who am I?
What should I be?
Now?
What am I doing here?

Living life.
Is there another answer and if so, why should I care?
Are we on the road to nowhere, at this moment, at this time?

What story are you working on. Life is good and it's getting better all the time? Or the one where this is a moment in time, made up of granules of sand, strings of memories.

Sort out all the photographs, the stories of your life. Those you can remember accurately and those of which your memories fade while the meaning remains loud and clear.  

You still don't know what this blog is about?

If so, I have to say more.

For one, it's about maintaining sanity. That's why I left the Birthers behind. I did not shoot them, I just unfriended them on Facebook.

I wanted to shout it to his face, but noh, I had to be civilized about it.

Growing up is no fun.