kurtryan

So yesterday a massive problem arose one i really didn't need arising. It was like having a college professor looming over an undecided thesis and saying well there are holes every where get it fixed now i had no idea how i wanted this to finish and the thesis it's self was very much undecided hell the title had barley been decided upon. I just hope that i can figure out what i want from my thesis and that the thesis it's self works out which direction it would like to go personally i think some field work would do wonders for the thesis but lately i worry that i have possibly become a little obsessed with this work i've been doing as a

The new encounters of recent times have found me looking towards the maple flag some place i have been fascinated with for many many years socially a place so close to  Land governed by fear inequality and hate this place seem to have taken all the bad things happening next door and gone "well lets not do that" how far this extends i do not know im living in the arm chair when looking across the pond something i dislike majorly i love field work getting out there observing people in their natural habitats i am not an anthropologist but i would love to mingle my social/psychological proclivity towards an anthropologist in hopes i could learn s

 So i found my way back it took me long enough so i thought i would ponder back bring some science into my writing i don't strive to be the best or good i just pop it here because this is my place...you know like your home living with someone is interesting you lose your space your time your place you change not in a bad way it just changes...everything i realised i keep changing and last night i found that its odd roots...still roots that old word i find myself wanting i'm scared of it a little i mean before it was death i was scared of death really badly but i thought about it in the wrong way... its not macabre or sad when we die it is