Virial Theorem

When I see myself in pictures or videos, the person staring back at me is a stranger. I don’t recognize that person as being Bassam because, to be honest, he isn’t.

When my parents bring out baby (or toddler) pictures, my brother tends to get excited, asking question after question about the pictures. I however, don’t have the same reaction. In fact, I’m rather sullen about the entire affair. I have no emotional attachment to the person, nor do I care for him. He’s merely a ghost.

I’m a different person after the song finishes than I was four minutes prior. Every little experience changes who I am and what I can become. The person four minutes ago doesn’t matter. The person now, does.

We Salute You

I absolutely adore Notepad. I’ve never been 100% certain as to what draws me to it, but it’s probably because of its simplicity. I mean seriously, it opens almost instantly and it’s there for me to write on. There is no need for formatting your text. All it is, is a way to write down shit. Really good shit. And that’s sexy.

I’m not a very abstract or complex person. I’ve never made any thoughtful or meaningful observations. What I have done is make sarcastic, shallow remarks about the trivialities of life. Maybe it’s a reflection on how I look at life or a reflection of my upbringing.

“The monster was in that darkness. It crouched where it had crouched before. It grinned at him, and its huge shoulders bulked above its cocked head, and its eyes glowed amber, alive with stupid cunning.” ~ Stephen King