I’m on the old person’s bus again. I should really remember to get the bus before 9 when their freedom passes aren’t valid. The Sun beats all previous stupid headline records with “Victor Meldrew found in space”. Chris Morris turns once again in his grave. Or he would do if he is dead. The world around us continues to loop through space, waiting, expectant. None of us know what is coming, only that it is big. Warren seems to think it might just be something that affects only us but I’m not so sure. It seems I’ve already started to lose friends - as I predicted a couple of posts ago - I hope João will come around but I don’t think he will - he is too stubborn and still doesn’t know me as well as he might think. David failed to be home last night so I watched Children of Dune with Teej and updated bits of libby. Now I have the beautiful soundtrack swirling through me. We are all just melodies in this great single song of creation and destruction - this uni-verse. It’s why music has the power to move souls in a way nothing else does. The great dischord is approaching - I can feel its precursors spinning through me. I sit still and quiet and it all feels wrong. It all feels dead. But I can’t see what it is. Sure, I can speculate but I don’t know for certain. And it’s scaring me. I just want to know - I need to know which path to take. Or I’ll just keep spinning wheels in the mud - going nowhere fast. Lost starts tonight. Watch it (for at least the first few episodes) as it’s quite good... /"I must not fear. Fear is the mind-killer. Fear is the little-death that brings total obliteration. I will face my fear. I will permit it to pass over me and through me. And when it has gone past, I will turn the inner eye to see its path. Where the fear has gone there will be nothing. Only I will remain."/