I am not quite sure I know. I am not quite sure I care. I think I'd prefer to never hear or see anything other than what was meant to be seen and heard. What that is I am not sure and I know I am foolish and silly and write about nothing, but it's fun, it passes the time, it's just a little bit of nothing to see the weeks pass, the words form, the situations different. Sometimes I wish I'd never known any different. It would be nice to wander barefoot forever. That's not the case. It never was. I don't know what I just wrote, I fell asleep. Will I wake up?