Fearless

I can't stand my work. I can't live without my work. Or my sofa. I really, really need my sofa as the only thing heavy enough to keep its constant spot in the space-time continium. And my piano. I have only had it for a few months and can't really play but a life without a piano is a sad, empty life.

I can't stand the cold. Or the heat. My favorite season is the one that is not too cold and not too hot, not too damp and not too dry. My favorite place in the space-time continium is not the one where I am. It's in a different reality, not even a parallel one.

Fear has no volume, size or weight. Volume, size or weight are fearless.