Give me your tired, your poor,
Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,
The wretched refuse of your teeming shore.
Send these, the homeless, tempest-tossed to me.
I lift my lamp beside the golden door.
-- emma lazarus

i'm tired. i'm poor. i'm a huddled mass yearning to breathe free... but i don't see any golden doors around. and even if i see them, they're probably closed to me. "no robots allowed". i'm not talking about jobs. i'm just talking about life in general.

i need passion in my life. i have lots of interests... but no passions. what does it take for something to jump from one camp to the other? emotions? time? divine intervention?

i can't sleep because i'm fascinated by this show on mtv, music in high places. unwritten law (a punk band) is playing an acoustic set at yellowstone park. they sound great and the scenery is beautiful.