yesterday i called the obamachron a towering abyss, giving the sensation of falling through space, fortunately without landing! so maybe like in my childish dreams, falling turns to flying. it was a hole we tried to fill, we thought, but the hole becomes a tube where everything that goes in, goes out, and then we expire, unfulfilled and exhausted, like spent addicts. meanwhile what might be considered boring is fascination to me. i do the same thing every day, and it's always different. funny, what we might have been taught was boredom, from inside is often absorption filled with awareness.