Tonight was another night with unpleasant thoughts dancing around my head. There are a few areas where things really worry me, these days, but I am powerless to do anything about these (and the mainstream culture's demand that we all "care about nothing and be happy" is isolating on top of the fear).

I know that the masses will never care about the concerns I have and that is fine, as they all have their own things going on. I worry about these things either because they have always been in the periphery of my thoughts (for whatever reason) or because my expertise puts them directly in front of my consciousness at all times. Or, I guess I could just be crazy.

Thinking about this, I realized that it wouldn't be so bad if I at least had a merry band of outlaws and other misfits who could at least indulge my thoughts. When the world is burning, and you can do nothing to help, it is comforting to not be alone in one's vantage-point of powerlessness.

Plus, those are exactly the type of people who could help build the under-space to keep the dream alive while the madness raged on in the real world.

Of course, maybe they are already out there. In fact, it is likely that there are many out there. However, such people are impossible to see unless they directly approach you. Maybe they are all perfectly camouflaged, wishing they weren't all so alone in their madness.

Bah, I was never one for such faith. In this world, I walk with only the other shoe (might be why I can't walk further),
...Nights