Life is how you spend your time, and despite my relative poverty and objective sloth I spend mine how I like, more or less.

Now it's true there could be more travel, sex and eating out, more sight-seeing and discretionary spending, more actions that turned into stories, but I do what I want within the limits I've allowed to be set, knowing full well how my appetites and inclinations could destroy me.

I tell myself this as I do nothing once again, artfully balanced between pseudo-Zen mastery and boundless despair, adrift in the worlds inside and out, having fun at my own expense, helping no one and wasting the years I have left.

There's nothing to say, and I keep saying it.