"Sometimes I feel like a dream vendor walking down dark crowded streets."

Ok, so this guy was supposed to get me a job, right? Well I haven't heard anything from him yet, so I guess it is ok to talk about him now. I doubt he ever came to the site.

Anyway, this journal entry is good. Damn good. It makes me think about how I think. How I will scrutinize a situation until it cannot resolve itself. How I delve so deep into something that I just end up looking at images and scenes from the past or the future or whenever. How I just keep going until I am so lost that everything becomes abstract, too huge or too miniscule continue to fathom and if someone asks me what I am thinking I couldn't say because I don't know. I hope to god he wrote those words (and they are almost too eloquent to be true). I want to to talk to him (and I know where he hangs out) because I feel that we are alike somehow. I believe that he understands something that I am trying to understand.

Sometimes...