I've always felt myself a misfit where ever I've been. without fail. I don't know, maybe its my undying, self rebutting, self that just happens to find peace in it. maybe a justification for the apparent incohesive chain of events and situations. better a stranger if its something you don't comprehend. right? but it also concerns me. I find this leads to a loss of identity of sorts. a lack of a marker. nothing absolute to make other things in relation to it. like a giant array of springs not fixed to anything, like the expanding universe with no center. I usually have this sense of detachment and in certain ways its very convenient. in others, its not.

any way i take up my first shitty job from tomorrow. first ever monies. first ever true independence, or is it?


I'll try against it, but i get this feeling i am going to be away for some time from here, so i'll leave you with the best picture i have seen in a long long time. it also happens to be the most important image ever taken by mankind, when it peeked into the depth of space for 11 days straight in an effort to see both, the bygone and the byfar (i made this word up. sorry.) But, if you appreciate this picture i can assure you you're in the right direction, where ever that might lead.

every smudge, spot, feature in the black is not a star, but a galaxy. and all in a patch of sky the size of your fingernail kept at a couple of meters distance.


The Hubble Ultra Deep Field.
Cheers.