Not believing in anything makes for a rather tedious existence most days.  I miss the things I used to believe in…they gave life meaning, and made the horribleness of a cruel and brutal reality significantly easier to cope with.  I am quite envious of people of faith.  I’m presently envious of everyone running around in the first thing to resemble a good mood in months because it’s almost New Years and the calendar says that the present year is ending.  It must be so comforting to take an arbitrary construct and actually believe that “reality” will bend to the construct.  “Good is rewarded and evil is punished, I am a good person, therefore I get presents on Christmas Day or entry into the kingdom of heaven” or whatever.  That old chestnut.  For the rest of us, oh we of little faith, it’s narcotics, hard liquor, and art, and if those ever quit working, good luck.

N.P.: “Trust In Me” – Siouxsie and the Banshees