14 November 2006

I find it hard to believe that the locus of happiness is always within reach. Sometimes extraneous factors play an indispensable and sufficient role in determining the average number of days per month you experience a general malaise.

We need sun. We need food. We need activities which further our own creative ends, and not those of our employers. The problem is that I have only one of these. Gaining the others is a matter beyond me.