I now believe there are things that should remain unwritten. Not all is meant to be exposed. A protective layer, such as our skin is crucial to our sustanance.

You might regret having thought about it, so don’t even think about saying it. Shush, become pensive, take two moments. Do not rush to express yourself. Write it down first, have a coffee, review it.

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Death, and rebirth, death and rebirth.

How can you state that you know somebody? We never stop knowing about ourselves, we betray ourselves. How are we supposed not to betray others? Renounce to knowing all. Renounce to gimmicks.

I have glimpsed into others’ lives, seen childhood differently, seen maturity as it begins to decay, seen the plumpness of youth. I have mostly glimpsed and taken note of boyhood and manhood in the past week.

A boy so sweet that made me heal from my own venom.

A friendly teen with a breezy demeanor who is glad to see me. His grandfather who shared with me his memento mori.

They are all like sand, millions of tiny fragments, amassing into a magnificent dune. Story upon story that will get lost, buried under ancient dust and rubble.

Will modern cities ever become ancient dust and rubble?

Every single time we wonder why we bother with stories. What is one more but just adding to a number? You know not that you become part of earth’s landscapes. The geography becomes incomplete without you.

Our flesh and spirit in the caravan of earthly compromise will stretch far and wide, our remains might touch the likes of men such as Klimt and Rodin.

Despite this freedom, no amount of nomadism or levels of beauty can glue these particles together. They will remain separated. They will remain as individual units.

Rejoice in the opportunity of an immmersive experience by listening.
Feel the warm sand beneath your feet.
Stop running and just stay.