And what a strange new year this promises to be...

The world is changing, but human nature isn't.

Funny thing really. Don't you feel sometimes that you simply observe things? That is, that you are a prisoner of your body, a captive audience to the ongoing parade of injustice and depravity that is wrought by our nature.

It is a terrible thing to be what we are. Who we are, on the other hand, is a great deal more... well... a great deal. The saddest thing in life is the artist that paints his emotion onto a canvas. What a difficult thing it is to watch yourself showcase yourself... and what a thing to showcase to that captive audience around you; inside you.

It is like living in a glass house and waiting for it to collapse.