Yeah well, he was a happy guy.

I picked that up second hand last year, the myth, I haven't read it yet. I've been chronically depressed lately so I'm holding off until I feel better in myself. I really live books I read. I read the rebel 8 years ago at uni and used it for my dissertation, that was fantastic, I intend to reread it fairly soon.

I ask myself if life is worth living most days, I'm reading Sartre and Max Stirner at the moment and trying to work out some sort of sense of my "ownness". I think when life hits rock bottom it gives you a certain freedom that somehow lifts you above rock bottom in-itself.

There's a saying I heard, "There's nothing like powerlessness to make you feel powerful," it's something along those lines. You're pissed-off, you jump a train to the coast and that makes you feel better because there's a lone swan floating out at sea as the sun rises. You get drunk with an old tramp. . . blah, blah, blah.