Of pairs, and the life that everyone leads.

My dad has written down some depressing stuff on an envelope. He said something about "finding the strength other than 'working' to pay the bills", and "meaningless existence" was inside too.

What's gotten into him? Do I have the courage to talk to him? Will I even talk to him about this?

He dreamt about pairs. A pair of cats, a pair of televisions, it sounded psychedelic. So I told him to buy 2828. Guess what came out? 2829.

Life is going pretty strange around here.

If I ever perform, I'll ask him to attend. I bet he will love my performance.

Now it's not just about myself.

Has it ever been about myself?




Is there something that cheers you up, no matter how down you are? For me, it's letting myself read a book. Or listen to music and thinking of the drumming.

What's yours, dear reader?