at the end of time

everything is scary. but not so suddenly; rather things are getting scary progressively. so slowly. closing all six walls around me. noone will be there for me and with me, like 1995, 2000, or 2005.

then of course i keep it positive since i am pretty lucky.

but i know this is just a nasty cycle of minds, souls, and bodies. i just tell myself i shall be optimistic while i know better. i will fail even if i dont fail. i'd never be free. i'd never be free.

so at the end of time, ... what shall i do?

how i got to the grateful dead show

i came back from a brunch at the nasher. kids i have not seen since the night before were chilling at the house. i thought they were joking. tonight is the first dead show. in greensbore. there i was in a car with three best friends. to the backstage of the dead concert.

yeap. it really happened.