Life is a Foreign Film without Subtitles

Another one of those late nights in Murray when my mind starts running 60 miles a minute just as everyone goes to bed. When awake though very tired, I enter this odd state of alertness and introspectiveness marked by the propensity toward spouting out random philosophical bits, which is fun when other people are around...not so much when all alone.

About the foreign film metaphor...one of those random thoughts-a billboard on the side of the highway of my mind...even when you don't know what the hell is going on because you just don't understand life, it can still be beautiful and enjoyable. Conversely, it can be the feeling that those around you just don't speak your language. Though frustrating, it makes the joy of finding someone who does all that more meaningful...it's as if you've been overseas for months and happen upon a fellow American/English speaker somewhere. Then there's always asimilation-just letting the world absorb you until you find yourself in Rome...acting um, Roman. Or, perhaps it's just an overly abstract way of saying that sometimes you can feel so alone, even when other people are there.