Turn the corner on twenty years and find that you haven't found much out in the past twenty years. I'm still scared - I won't hide my fear. I'm not 100% sure that I'm even 80% here, but witticisms bordering on obnoxious will always make me smile. I tried to hide - what could I do? Tangible life has tangibly forced me back into tangibility. Can't hide inside books and films and the dialectics of philosophy. But, sad lyrics sung happily will always strike a chord, because half the time I'm happily sad and the rest of the time I just couldn't care. (Oh no! This is life, so grab your books and rulers and break them in half. Oh no! This is my life and this is it, but I'd rather take a nap). All in all, I'm just along for the ride, but I'll stick around if we're going somewhere interesting.