(2003 to 2005)


Sun Jul 18 18:12:00 UTC+1000 2004


I feel like everything in my world is temporary.

My work, my house, my friends...

I don't remember if I've ever felt stable.

I feel like I float through life.

I'm not sure if I even really want a rock in my life.

I would like a room I could call my own though.

I've always wanted that.

It's my long term project.

Once I get it, I'll put guns on it if I have to. (and killer sharks with lasers on their foreheads in a moat around it!)

Copyright © 2003-2005 John Elliot