...Do not post whilst heavily inebriated. I just read my last entry and it looks dark! It wasn't meant to come across that way; it was meant to be a musing on the closeness of oblivion. You see much of my time is spent contemplating the afterlife (or lack of it), and often I find myself thinking that one could quite easily access it, if one so chose.
Nope, as long as I can flip on an Interpol album, and as long as the chant "Rosemary, heaven restores you in life" still brings a chill to my spine, the world will still be blessed/cursed with my presence. If a girls smile still causes my heart to audition for a supporting role in Lord of the dance, then my feet are firmly planted in this world. And if this morning I watched a documentary, and if in that documentary a Nepalese man patted his donkey tenderly as it died - resulting in the free flow of tears from this bloggers brown eyes - then I know that this world still holds me.