Everyone and everything is becoming a trivial curiosity. It's not that bad really. But somehow everything just distracts me, the news of the Radio when I ride a cab, the occasional stranger with a story to tell, the roach who flew on my arm last night, the smoked out room a block from i'm typing this, the nice cold beer that's aching to get into my belly.. Everything. And somehow I just want to focus, find my center, and become less abstract.