I don’t know if this has anything to do with California or the Bay Area. I don’t know if it’s just a symptom of my era, or of my age, or if this is just how life always is, or whatever. But when I think about it, there are always a lot of things that could happen, or seem like they’re about to happen, but never do. Even things I work at and try to make a reality (especially those things, actually). Nothing ever comes from any of it. At the end of the night I still walk home alone at 3 a.m. and sit in the dark and think about a bunch of stupid crap until I fall asleep.