I remember being in Bombay for a film festival. Walking the streets and seeing a ton of starving children. After awhile I was numb to it. I questioned that in myself. I am always seeking to feel deeply, but something kicks in, preventing me from going all the way. It's probably modern conditioning. I've been accused of being aloof and distant. I don't mind. I took a walk on the beach today and came up on a rotting porpoise. I sat next to it and lit up a cigar. I stayed for quite awhile. The blatant reality filled me with an odd sort of peace. I guess that's just where I'm at right now.