I know that I wrote this. It's in my notebook and in my handwriting, but I do not remember it.

listening to [dark side of the moon]
just watched [a waking life]
feeling [overwhelmed with a sense of being and reality]

Heh. Reality.

So many keys. Everyone thinks they hold the one that will open the door. Assuming there is a key.

Reaching a place where there is no more throwing out of possibilities. Only adding to the old.

Nathan decided [this week] to become a college philosophy professor. I couldn't think of a more suitable profession. I hope he doesn't change his mind about this like he does with everything else.

I feel an overwhelming drive to create. Kind of like January, but a little less want and a little more need. And I'm down a key. Assuming there is a key.

I'm not really identifying with anything right now. Or rather, I'm identifying with absolutely everything, so I'm a messy conglomeration of all these pieces that typically stand alone.

"Looking back, the only thing that really mattered was connecting with people."

I appologize for the incoherency and the stream-of-consciouness naure of his post, but it's exactly how I feel.