February 26, 2003

February 26, 2003 12:51 PM

A remote satellite enacting mind control techniques to function. Again sensing the necessity of a mentor to get me through this phase of my life. There is this incredible sense of isolation and a realization that absolutely nothing I thought or felt IS. It is like walking on a tight rope or balance beam. The only dangerous outcome I suppose for others outside of my own sense of self is my absence all together. What I am saying is that I need more. I need something else. Without love or companionship, life is mistakenly processed by my brain as painful and so I am redefining what it means to be alive – as this remote solo orbit satellite.