undo the collapse

will never be albert camus, or beckett/adamov/genet/ionesco. still, here's an attempt at articulating the absurd. you know you have an existential problem, crisis, when:

1. some cat looks at you in a weird way; you feel judged. you have a feeling that even cats know better than you do.

2. you want to jog around the neighborhood at 11pm.

3. you do jog at 11pm. alone. and only for five minutes, or the length of two and a half songs on your ipod. you suddenly realize the absurdity of what you're doing. you go home.

4. the world has six billion people. you feel alone.