I’ll always be apprehensive about the nature of reality and the universe in general, but within this life my greatest fear is that I’m becoming a cold person due to lack of meaningful human contact. My meager warmth is sustained from one day to the next, as Oliver with his ration of porridge, by the seldom occasions when I feel connected to the person/people near me.

Three groups of words:

words I’ve never seen before
words I recognize but don’t know the meanings of
known words

This last group is so small as to cripple my expression of thought. It’s worse than that. It limits what I’m capable of thinking. Expanding the 3rd group and, in the process, eliminating the 2nd group is an ongoing priority.

Here I need to interject an apology, much like the one I gave over last Christmas break, for the content of recent posts being concerned with the unremarkable, personal happenings of my daily existence. My life has lately been characterized by an unusual muffled volatility and I felt the selfish need to document it somehow, but once the seas have calmed, I promise, oh, dear readers, this journal will rise from the shameful hollows of self-centeredness and once again feature entries ripe with the bitter, biting, paradoxical musings you have come to expect.

I’ll be back in Fairbanks before I next fall asleep. I’m not sure how I feel about this. I’m not sure it’s necessary to feel any way in particular about it. I’ll be in Anchorage a short time later.