Sunday, December 6, 2009

Rapid Cycling, and not on a bike

I seem to be having what might be instant cycles. Laughing then weeping. Laughing at YouTube of people getting hit with soccer balls, then crying at the pain and violence. Something about all the ones I lost coming together in my mind at once. Even my '74 BMW motorcycle which I know rationally, is an inanimate object and hence does not feel betrayed by my lousy mechanical work.