from the unpiblished file - I am worried

I used to laugh at my dad, who read Tom Clancy novels. Or one of those guys. I did a quick word count : no more than 6 words per phrase. Pathetic. And yet, he attracted a larger audience than any great writer ever will.

The world thrives on mediocrity and frowns upon the thinking mind. Prefers the memo editor to the report writer, the one who knows to repeat rather than respond. It’s not that the halls are echoey, it’s that no one has said anything new in years. I am starting to believe whoever said that humans only use 10% of their brain capacity; and would add that 9% out of that 10 is used in the most trying of cases, for sheer survival. Most of us never even get to that point.

I don't even have the motivation to get upset anymore. Generally, I would be filling canvasses and pages with my revolutionnary thoughts, but I've reached That Point - still awake enough to realise I'm falling into lethargic apathy, but just comfortable enough to not do anything about it. Is this what has allowed Ottawa to remain unchanged for as long as collective memory cares to remember, or is there opium in the water? Bore the masses with their job description, but keep them content via their benefits and the promise of 4 weeks of freedom - paid at that.

I hated the weekends in Japan I felt slipped away without me making the most of them. Ask me how I feel about my life since I've been back.