It seems only natural that after a day of spending too much time with my family, that I need to be alone now. So, now I sit by myself while melancholic music drifts into space. The music melts into the background, whilst a flurry of recollections and other thoughts dominate my being.
Maybe this is what Christmas is about- introspection, rather than the mindless consumerism and vulgar excess that characterizes our lives and December in particular.
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"People are always talking about freedom, the freedom to live a certain way without being kicked around. 'Course the more you live a certain way the less it feels like freedom. Me? I can change during the course of a day. When I wake I'm one person, when I go to sleep I know for certain I'm somebody else. I don't know who I am most of the time. It's like you got yesterday, today and tomorrow all in the same room. There's no telling what can happen."
