Diary

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

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  • Tuesday

    I think too much. When will the last drop of abstraction overflow the cup?

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  • Monday

    Concentration Recipe  Stop the instantiation of consciousness. Stay to the original one.  No more than 3.  Result: productivity

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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……

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  • Monday

    Pista. Polux. Straciatella. Bechstein. Massage. Home. Shark fin. luminesce of white night Rain. Rust…

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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…

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  • Sunday

    Anyone who self-destructs is a Hegelian

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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…

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  • Sunday

    That asshole. that swindle, that scoundrel, that unapologetic smile with a hook on the mouth, like a crooked pin… that narcissistic. The emperor…

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  • Saturday

    Went through the forest… wet and warm. High moisture, but the smell of grass, trees, mud, and grimy scraps… it’s like I never left. Tomorrow to Austria. 6 years since I was there. I wonder if places define us… the places that I went to before I even knew them as places with specific purpose.…

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