Every now & then, I let depression creep up on me. Well maybe not depression, just a sense of melancholy, weariness or dissatisfaction. Anyway it's hard to pin down, but I feel weirded-out such that everything pulls at me but nothing attracts me. It's the anti-social syndrome where I recede into my cubby hole to question my existence. Not that I like finding depth in the abyss of what is life... but we really do need to take time out to re-evaluate things, go through the fucking feelings & then claim ownership of it - it being your emotions. Yet I feel like crap. There's nothing to even eat at. I am an empty shell. Before I lapse into a state of self-pity/loathing etc, I will simply say that man can't ever live in peace. We must have our extremes! Being indifferent is such an uncomfortable situation. Perhaps it's the bi-polar acting up again.

I am enjoying HBO productions which are so good uncensored. They're dusted with humour, belying the the raw & honest issues packed inside. Six Feet Under. Two-thumbs up!

One of the most haunting songs I've heard in a while... I Will Love You. You will need to have realplayer to watch this get it here.