As professor fandsworth once said. I’m feeling good, intrinsic energy has returned, cometh the hour cometh the man haha. Well the signs are there, feeling intrinsically motivated for what feels like the longest time in time. 20,000 leagues under the sea, what was all that about. John, Paul and George sing about revolution, forgiveness and love but Ringo sings about Octopuses gardens and yellow submarines – what’s more real, which is the greater fiction. I’ve always been an optimist but in times like these pessimism about people creep in. That’s why I like not being a person and simply an observer, living with my eyes closed, a nowhere man a fool on the hill so to speak. It’s not my fault im like this, everything that has happened, seen, heard or done led me to lead a life of such nothingness. At times it feels great, some times I wish I had a label grrrr. Why do we work? Is it just for money, or is it a deeper rooted human condition? Do you know much about money – I have no clue, I’m going wrong somewhere. Pleasez and a Thankyouz to all my friends that have ever done anything for me, that also extends to everyone I’ve ever met because I remember everything. I remember everyone, every meaningful conversation I’ve every had. If there was only a way to document that. It’s my bed time,