i am not sure why it has taken so long, but i’ve just come to the realization that both hope and hopelessness are more or less the same thing. they both live on the earth, but there’s no real grounding beneath either of them.
what would it be like to live without hopelessness or hope? i have this image of oatmeal, but that is about as far as my mind goes in trying to answer that question. yet i eat oatmeal almost everyday. but at the same time, i can imagine living without it.
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In my wanderings throughout the moments/days/years, I try in earnest to find the mystical within the mundane and the mundane within the mystical, oftentimes confusing one from the other. I have wandered and roamed through many a city, many a town, in a state of wonder and bewilderment, without necessarily going anywhere. I am easily lost, but eventually found. (I am guessing you have just found me).
My sincere hope is that you will find Something in this warehouse of thought, memory and false memory, words, numbers, tangents, murmurs, echoes (lots and lots of echoes), voices, dreams, and other paraphernalia.
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