fiction... all fiction.
i like the way that he sees his world, that world that is also mine. i do not know him, and i do not know this world.
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and then, without thought, she turned around and looked in the mirror. blind! she had been blind.
silence and breath
freedom or the inability to possess
there are no words right now. there is no silence right now. yes is unconditional. no is unconditional. love does not exist. now is gone tomorrow.we do not exist, we live.
mnemotechnic forgetting in hierarchical temporal panarchy adaptation
the nihilist monk is an hedonist.
entangled incoherence: one calendar says paris, another is mute, and tokyo is on the horizon. look again, read again. causality will be violated.
divine: we return to the origin
but then people either love me or hate me. i am opinionated and often an arrogant diva, however i hope that i have not totally lost touch with reality in spite of living in a world of fiction and politics.