Got a taxi to the all night garage. Was showing off to the disinterested driver about my knowledge of US politics. I’m the only person here who knows who John Hicklenhooper is.
Firstly I feel like spiritual knowledge is very nebulous.
Secondly why are we people. Bags of skin that piss and shit? Are we just here to propagate ourselves? Why are there carrier bags and cocktail sticks? Why are there car parks?
The world confuses me.