Lost Highway Times...Paths in Oblivion

Just thinking out loud.

I sometimes wonder what exactly people expect me to do. Well, let me clarify that, I sometimes wonder whether people expect me to just go into some corner someplace, lie down, and pass away or what exactly they expect.

Why?

Well, as readers of this blog can probably guess I don't exactly have opinions or interests which are in any way shape or form related to what the prevailing notion of what 'life' in America is about. Not America itself but just in general....life...

This is somewhat of a disability in that so much of American life depends on being on the same wavelength as others, and if you're not, well, it can be sort of difficult to survive.

I'm alive, I plan to be alive for quite some time, and I have to make ends meet. I have to have housing I have to pursue something, but the stuff I've been pursuing for years is actively working against me.

Just the fact that I've done something totally out of the mainstream, or even out of the alternative world, for so many years.

My means of support are really fragile and I have no way of getting back into something stable if that's disrupted, which is extremely scary.

"I was young when I left home", so goes the Bob Dylan song....

Oh, and to any friends who are in Athens right now, if you hear the song "Final Countdown" on the radio, it's Laibach who's doing it, the band that I talk about often.