8th of Jul, 9 at night.
People are chatting everywhere, on phone lines and chat rooms. I could talk. But conversation escapes me, because nowadays I am too fiercely embroiled with my own issues, very much a fault of mine. Not issues of national importance, but simply sitting, and wondering. In a way I have lapsed back into a very elegiac, yet pessimistic mood. Perhaps it would help to talk to myself. Maybe Ariel can be my spirit.

Jesse: Hi
Ariel: Hello
Jesse: So what appears to be the problem now?
Ariel: Same old things, nothing much.
Jesse: Self dialogue is so hard without stimulus.
Ariel: It's called inspiration.
Jesse: You're miserable.
Ariel: You're having quite a lot of problems relating to people now.
Jesse: I know.
Ariel: ...
Jesse: (sigh)