Of here and thereI am a man of simple things, simple pleasures, simple interests... a simple life at best. Monotony is what drives my humble existence. Sworn to live my life by the clock, and the lampposts that beat as so.My thoughts carry me from here. I become detached, fluid. Things don't go to the usual 4/4 here. Things talk, walk, and even seem to have a similar opinion on what it's all about.Is this really what I want for myself?A large proportion of my internal factors are out of my reach. Purposely neurotic because the moment calls for it. I wish to break whatever holds me here, have some other contact than with the things that talk and walk. Al