I don’t know what my purpose is; I know I have to write. I have to challenge – myself, the world, whatever.

Devil’s advocate, without a limit on the number of views he’s willing to explore, and the number he’ll excoriate.

Getting through this, doing the work, the canon.

That’s why I’m here. It’s all I care for. I pray I’ve enough time left to do it; I suspect no such time is forthcoming.

I’ve driven pretty far to realize where I am; I only know this is the thing that screams inside me, and if everyone else could just give it a rest for a moment, that’d be great.

I know what must be done.

Target: 1000 words
Written: 563 words, short story: Broke Down Car

Read: Permanent Record, Edward Snowden
Comics: Chew: Secret Agent Poyo (POYO!) 1, Chew 28-30
Music: No Surprises, Radiohead (one of my all time favourites)