Diary

"Monday
Me.
Tuesday
Me.
Wednesday
Me.
Thursday
Me.”
  • Sunday

    That blue, white thing would you hold it up for me yes, by the window would you stand by the window and hold up the thing for me that is so pale and white no a bit higher than that like an image. Deepening… You look so good. Today the snow is blowing again. The…

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  • thursday

    softness softness softness soft nose.

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  • Thursday

    4-5 pm. Waste your time time. A time specifically dedicated to wasting time. See how well you can waste your time. Not just any regular waste but a deliberate waste.

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  • Wednesday

    I’ve been digressing and I’ve digressed into nothingness. Not in this world at least.

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  • Wednesday

    踊り子

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  • Sunday

    I bought a really sharp knife today. A really good one. When it comes to knife, sharp and good are synonymous. Just as it is with many things. And many things are synonymous with many things too.

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  • Friday

    Bar. Bar. Bar. Why does none of them have a name? Dance dance dance. Tonight, the moon is like the sun.

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  • Wednesday

    “It’s not a problem. It has been a problem all along. I won’t tell you that it is not. Because it is. It’s a manifestation of what was not solved before, and it will creep up on me again if I don’t solve it. So it goes. The problem doesn’t just go away like that.…

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  • Monday

    Things that occupy my mind: Memory Love Mirrors Shadows Doubles Dreams Illusions Reality Nature of illusions Expansion Confusion Anger Images Abstraction Present Past Time (surprisingly not space) Forgetfulness Warmth The colour blue Whiteness Shades Agony Softness Sincerity Boredom numbness Streets Things that glow Buddism “other” “I” Longing, which is different from desire. Longing has a…

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  • Sunday

    There’s a kind of loneliness that no one and nothing can help you diminish. It creeps on you like a slug and the day slows to a deepening agony. You have no where to go. The softness of this illusion soothes you; and you won’t even get out or try to because it is dark…

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