I can see the sun from where I sit in my office. I can see it beginning to set. Its still yellow. But its not harsh anymore. I can see the silhouettes of buildings through the window screens. Between me and the sun is a lone plant pot. A few leaves of the plant face me. A few face towards the sun. How do the ones which face me get any sunlight? I certainly do not emit any light. At this point, even if I did emit any, it's more likely to shrivel up the leaves than nurture them. If they told me anything, I'd probably just look at them unfixed, like I was conveniently deaf. Empathy is running real low here. with me I mean. like every year, I think I need a drastic change. one which is yet to happen. weird. what a complete waste of time. of life. maybe I need a job at grass root level to begin to appreciate this. and then maybe not, for this world is comfortably numb. like tyler says, maybe self destruction is the answer. then maybe, who cares for answers. I care for peace, that's all I know. peace of mind. stability of mind. and like all good surreal things, this remains elusive.