Just getting by, and getting older, and having less fun than I used to. No dancing, few friends, too old and wise to party, too discouraged by my failures to attempt ambitious creative projects. I m just aging and failing and lonely, and I see my short future as more of the same. It s not pleasant. I ll still leave a pretty corpse, but it won t be a famously successful one.
Dreams disappear with every passing year.
34 next week. A nothing age. I guess this is wisdom. Letting go of fallacy and unrealistic goals. Bartel and I were discussing this last night.