July 24th, 2005
So I have been reading Dave Eggers "You Shall Know Our Velocity," off and on, all summer. Dave also the writer of perhaps my favorite book of the last four or five years, "A heartbreaking work of staggering genius." Anyways, I came across a paragraph in the book yesterday that sounds like it was written just for me. If you know me, I think you will get it.

"I read news and look for and collect facts because so far they haven't added up to anything. I had pictured, as a younger man, that the things I knew and would know were bricks in something that would, effortlessly, eventually, shape itself into something recognizable, meaningful. A massive and spiritual sort of geometry-a ziggurat, a pyramid. But here I am now, so many years on, and if there is a shape to all of this, it hasn't revealed itself. No, thus far the things I know grow out and not up, and what connects all these things isn't functioning. What I knew at Twenty-Seven can't even be found now."

Now change the twenty-seven to seventeen, and I present to you the inner mind of Rob. Nice to meet you.