working out is not something that i like to do alone. when i do it alone, i am bored and lonely. when i am lonely i am upset. i can't say that i enjoy being upset entirely but there is only so much you can do when you have nothing about it to do.

working hard is annoying and hard. i don't want to work hard to come up with something to say, so i will merely just say whatever sounds good and you will read it and perhaps read it some more. the uncreative part comes in where you decide that you do not want to actually reread it and you decide not to.

but you decide, indeed, many decisions over the span of just a few seconds and you feel good about most of them. .i would too, especially if i had some pizza while i made them. i had some pizza earlier, it had ham and pineapple on it. but i don't have any more pizza, so i can't eat pizza while making decisions.

i think that my decisions are now flawed by virtue of this fact, so the question arises: who is willing to donate money for the good of mfa? i would like some more pizza.

or a dark room. a very dark room. with one lonely light in the middle that when turned on illuminates the room brighter than it ever could have conceived during the roman era. i mean, the room is even surprised by the light, but i understand the association.

so i guess the ultimate question is why the light itself is not fearful of its own existence