bo(re)dwalk days

In Santa Cruz. Interesting place; very quiet, too quiet I think. There's a difference between a peaceful calm (various country-sides) and an eerie quiet (Santa Cruz). One is serene while the other is creepy, respectively. But there are some perks, well one really: the beach, though the intense cold even makes that a little unbearable.

For me it's either vast nothingness (country-side) or sardine-packed urbanization (San Francisco, L.A. or New York). Anywhere in between is ultimately depressing and unfulfilling. With the former two there is at least the possibility of intellectual genius or playful insanity or a relative balance of both. But with suburbia there is sameness; a slow, unbearable feeling that eventually overwhelms you, kind of like a cricket making noise in the middle of the night. Regardless, it's tedious. Everything and everyone is differently the same. We accumulate material wealth to assess our own misfortunes in life only to be matched by our next-door neighbor who thinks and does exactly the same thing.

But that's okay, no one's really alike, because we try so hard to be different, which makes us all so similar.

Happy New Year.