I haven't seen a newspaper in weeks or maybe months and I've left my own neighborhood all of two or three times since coming back to New York and I've not been checking my email or even my phone and I hear there are protests on wall street but what do I know, I've not been there. I feel cramped but I'm afraid to get out because everything everwhere is a shithole and I don't trust anyone. I'm wound up and consumed with, consumed as in eaten by, a job that I don't want but that I need if I plan on doing anything with myself. Here is what I plan: I plan on buying a new guitar and learning to play it so beautifully that people around fall to their knees and cry out. Failing that, I plan on being a marginally successful artist, and failing that, a teacher, and failing that, a corpse.