tales from an ordinary world

2002-03-12

I've rewritten this paragraph all night, trying to find a way to convey my thoughts that sounds right. But I can't seem to expand upon "everything's fucked, and nobody cares" without feeling that my words would be conveniently misinterpreted.

I am Jack's seething mass of frustration.

And even this never works - the problems remain unsolved, and we go on to make the same mistakes next time, without learning, without really trying.

I shouldn't talk about work here. It never comes out right.