On this journey we take paths. We take different paths after which one we see as the one to fit us the best. Most of us stick to our paths for a while, some for years, some for shorter periods of time, trying to find out just who we, as individuals are.
I have no idea who I am at times and I've all but stopped looking as if I could find some solace. I'd rather just do as I please.
So with my rugsack in my soul, I travel onwards to inevitable death. I have no idea where this journey leads me, except I'm fairly certain about how it will end, inevitably.
Today, I am changing professions. I'm leaving the ol warehouse and then cutting down on work by many, many hours.
I'm too fuckin' sick and tired of 9-5.
What's even more daft about 9-5 here in Iceland is that our clocks are set an hour and half earlier than the actual natural time so when the clock says 9:00, it's actually 7:30. This means that showing up at 8:00 is showing up at 6:30.
I hate that shit.
Well. Hopefully I wont have to do any more early mornings from now on. From now on, I'm mostly playing music.
Well...
...of course there will be some other work, but not as much. I just don't have the power anymore.

I guess you could say that I'm a tourist of life, with no interest in where this journey takes me.
But, don't think twice. It's alright!



I'm walkin' down that long, lonesome road, babe
Where I'm bound, I can't tell
But goodbye's too good a word, gal
So I'll just say fare thee well
I ain't sayin' you treated me unkind
You could have done better but I don't mind
You just kinda wasted my precious time
But don't think twice, it's all right (Robert Zimmerman)