Diary
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Sunday
The dove spoke to the muskrat, “why do you bother trying to go down to the waters? The stronger could not do it, so why can you?” The muskrat replied, “I didn’t bother. I just went.” “Why would you? The beaver, otter, and all the stronger ones couldn’t. So, what chance did you bet on? Continue reading
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Saturday
slaves of effect. I am… choose to be free at the cost of having nothing rather than “free” because i possess a thing or two I hold things off. till over the edge. Pass the deadline. i dont know. I dont care. I dont care for deadlines. They matter to me. But their consequences don’t. Continue reading
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Sunday
Clapton So old Wonderful tonight. Tears in heaven. I shot the sheriff. Layla. Keys to the highway. Where was ‘bell bottoms blues.’ oh. That’s not here. That’ll never be performed live again. The song of a nameless band, no longer living… So the concert ended, and I don’t remember how it goes, but only the Continue reading
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Tuesday
I think too much. When will the last drop of abstraction overflow the cup? Continue reading
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Monday
Concentration Recipe Stop the instantiation of consciousness. Stay to the original one. No more than 3. Result: productivity Continue reading
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Sunday
My fingers smell of oil, onion and garlic. Wok. Smoke… smells like my grandma, malingers and sleeps. One thing but with different forms. A singular assumes many, permeating under one… shadow. An object, possessing varying angles. A bed to use Plato’s example. A car, a face, etc. Objects equate to object. Here, the singular manifests… Continue reading
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Monday
Pista. Polux. Straciatella. Bechstein. Massage. Home. Shark fin. luminesce of white night Rain. Rust… Continue reading
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Tuesday
Leaving for Taiwan Had to say bye to dog Do dogs say goodbye Do they wait or forget. Either way, it does not apply to me. I can say goodbye but not goodbye to my goodbyes. Must I remember them. Of my forgetting… I can smoke my memory, but only to see them propagate more Continue reading
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Monday
Alone in a hotel. Someone comes knocking on the door—a shadow. They walk away, the footsteps fade. Then comes again. A knocking. Then another. I open the door. No one. Or I should say no one sees me. So I shut the door. I turn around and there is no one. Its just me. The Continue reading
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