Friday night.

I've been here for 10 years.

Things seem different now; difficult to say whether it's the place that's changed or i, both - most likely, to varying degrees. I have this 'problem' but i can't describe it, i surround myself with purpose yet can't help but encounter the familiar vacuum that punctuates the end of each day. I'm not sad, nor particularly depressed even. Occupied and with direction, just unfulfilled.

There must be a way out. Will undo my mind a little tonight before i sleep and maybe awake to welcome cracks in my construction of the world that'll quake somewhat and yield a new landscape.

Yes. That's it - we'll wait and see.