I cut myself the other day, it bled a little and the cut still remains, and will heal. This is the biggest event of one day, the other part of the day is filled with me remaining there inside a shoe box of a structure called Trailer. Wishing that it were a castle, so that laughter echoes in its massive halls, and maybe solitude may be augmented. Maybe both are augmented. On second thought my trailer is so small that laughter is ever present, and solitude only affects for a stint of a thought. FUNNY IS THIS MAN WHO BELIEVES THE SECOND BUT ONLY FINDS IT BY NEGATING THE FIRST.