Terminal

I can't for the life of me begin to think of what it would be like to have a known expiration date. It wouldn't be horrible, but I know that my procrastination would overtake me and I wouldn't do the things I've always wanted to.

I am a Cliché

Here I am, oblivious to the entire world and my immediate surroundings giving into the pop-culture cliche of blogging in a Apple Store. My systematic demise and fall into the obscurity of the current world is more or less complete. This means I have 3 options:

1. Leave here fully knowing I have sold out.

2. Look at the dude next to me doing the same thing.

3. Continue with this and blog in as many Apple Stores as I can.

Option three seems the most adventurous.

Apple Store

Ste-Catherine

Montreal

Closer to Clairity

Closed doors may leave behind opened windows.
Allowing yourself to become seduced by the dark passenger is a must.
Mercy, by definition, is a tool of the weak.
The ambiguous will one day prevail.
Breathing has now taken its toll.
All this means is that its coming closer.