Notes on Disarray

I have not the slightest clue what i'm doing. life presents these moments of sheer disarray, where everything you once loved feels of nothing at all. no reason beyond gluttony to get out of bed, little stamina to take care of basic tasks, waiting for the next assignment, the next selective sacrifice. it all feels a bit too grim. but that's probably a sign i'm moving in the right direction. I don't stay down for long, never have never will, so i don't worry much. however I do long for a song to sing and a flag to wave. a thin ego must be augmented to ensure it's orthogonal within the basis of consciousness. i'm learning it doesn't have to be the cul-de-sac, but I can't live in a tent forever either.