The IceMan Cometh: An Introspective Look Back Over a Working Boy's Year in the World

Anything can happen in this life, especially nothing.- Michel Houellebecq


And so the working boy trudges on. He wakes in the morning and breaks for lunch every day at 2. He walks to his bench and falls asleep in the sun as tourist pass. He dreams.

He never dreams of college. That world is gone and its demise caused neither desire for its return nor excitement for things to come. The uncarved block remains. It never dreams of the future. Who knows why.?! But it does dream of blinding lights, bunnies, and occasionally boobs. What does all this mean? Only one thing....Introspection is for the birds.

Work is work, I do it, I’ve learned it is probably the easiest activity in which I am engaged. This makes it rather dangerous, since the complacency it creates runs the risk of becoming my dominate character trait. It hasn’t happened, yet. Will it? Well, if it does, I won’t care.