it completely blows my mind how i have evolved as a person.

i mean, this week has been making me so clear about myself.
i think about myself as a fifteen year old and i hate how sheltered i was.. . i didn't know anything about anything that i am in love with today! i've allowed myself to be molded by things that have caught my attention.. like Che Guevara and Andy Warhol and Cuban politics and revolutionaries and art..

it really makes me feel pity towards three quarters of my high school population who are going through life with no REAL INTERESTS or passions about anything that's really important in this world.

i feel like an old soul, almost.. i could research things on the internet pertaining to the 60s.. revolutions.. hippies.. beatniks.. Andre Breton, Andy Warhol, Fidel Castro, Che Guevara, Bob Marley, surrealism, psychedelics, zenism, buddhism.. there's just so much

and as i looked through my Underground Free Press Ads between1965-1975 book, it made me realize how much of a creative wasteland we live in. people 30 years ago had so much to say, and youth today don't give two shits about anything.

it's really disheartening..