VW van in North Beach

I've come to a point in my life where thinking about my life and how it might be better is all I have time for.

I take as much pride in how many times a day I feel empty as I do in thinking about what no one else thinks about.

All my life I have been living among concepts difficult to express.

I've adopted a Buddha nature of not liking to be told what to do, and doing it.

I like to look at things that are interesting and might provide transport to some place I've never been.

I'm always fighting the idea that I really know something, while feeling like I can't possibly make a bad move. I accept myself and reject myself, accepting my rejections.

Sometimes I live so far in the past that it begins to look like the future.

Just a moment ago, I thought I heard my wife say that a hummingbird almost mistook her for a flower.