mason

I am 24. I travel a lot. I am something of a minimalist. I display a a high level of confidence in most aspects of my person, but for some things it falls short, inwardly for the most part. I have written and wanted to write for most of my life, but never really let anybody read any of it. All my old notebooks have wound up in the trash... Thats the confidence falling short. I often feel that I live in a permanent state of writers block, although if you get me talking I may never stop. My pencil is my greatest conversational adversary I suppose. So here I will start anew with a million invisible virtual people, digitized for the future, to read and judge. I haven't any style, but I suppose it will come in time.

I am a very happy person generally, though it may not always seem so from what I write.

I believe in love and peace and truth and a few other things that are cliché and largely indefinable. I do not hate.

The more I learn, the more i think and am exposed to ideas and perspectives, the less real anything seems.

I love to read most everything including poetry which I rarely understand and non-fictions that are way over my head. I have read a hundred books on particle physics and quantum mechanics and cosmology and every obscure corner of philosophy I can think of. I guess I have a problem starting at the beginning, all I have really learned from this has been big words and how to sound smart.

I am my own worst critic.

I listen to music almost compulsively, I have to force myself to stop sometimes so I can remember to have my own thoughts. The list of my favorite artists is leagues deep but i may as well drop a few names... no I may as well not.

I use run-on sentences like they are going out of style. They may be out of style already in fact. Grammar and I don't get along to well, and you probably couldn't read my handwriting. Sometimes I can't even read it...

I suppose that all for now.