Another day, another blog; as if i needed one; as if i ever kept up the ones i have already begun. as if Facebook didn't take up most of my online time as it is. But there is time and there is time; there is public time and there is private time. there is suspended time. there is everything and/or nothing lived in one day, or in one moment... or not. time is relative, as is life. life as i live it? more meaningless drivel spat into the omniverse? or my own parallel universe? something/anything meaningful to someone/anyone/nobody somewhere/anywhere/nowhere? does it matter? i blog, therefore i am.
