Every victory feels shallow, every setback feels absurd
But life's not an act of fools - it's more like a game of chess,
Every move is meaningful, the whole thing is meaningless
All the Bishops and the Knights want to dominate my day
But I calculate just right, since they only move one way
So in looking for my Queen, that goes anywhere she wants
Chances are she's trapped between all her own measly pawns.
Manipulating conflict to be consensual and mutually beneficial.
Cooking bland but delicious Russian food.
- A few friends I consider family.
- Nocturnal life, and adequate protection from the sun, because some of those quirks society criticizes you for are actually health needs.
- An Android device w/ high-speed internet.
- My Smith & Wesson Special Ops (that's a utility KNIFE, not a gun) - some survival skills never become obsolete.
- A secluded place in nature to occasionally retreat to, on a hike or camping trip, alone or with a companion.
However, these are the activities I enjoy:
Hanging out in relatively quiet dive bars, coffee shops, and lounges, enjoying high end liquor and tobacco in tempered amounts and either pecking away at my laptop writing abstract poetry and prose or socializing, be it with friends or complete strangers, discussing politics and society.
A good local music show or art exhibit. Many of my friends are artists in various forms and I have the privilege of frequent invitations.
I'm adept at counting cards (it's nothing like the movies), so occasionally you might find me at a local casino.
Walking. In a park. On the beach. Down the street. It doubles as exercise, but primarily it's a means of meditation. Often done in seclusion to get my processing up to speed with the constant onslaught of complex human behavior that is my work.