Telepathy seems like a feature of our ecosystem, I lie awake as you do, you lie awake as I do. You caress me and touch me knowing there is something wrong which I cannot explain. Cannot explain it to myself anymore than to you. it is a pain for sure. A pain that eats me…
I write this as I explore my own pain. I hide and use repetition. I am somewhere that does not welcome growth and reeks of envy. A place stuck in mud. It does not inspire me to be at my best, to express myself through color and style. It instructs you to be like the…
Here is some thoughts in no particular order. Some cities are mirages, “You have been walking for too long without any food or water, traveller. There is shapes contorting, ahead and all around you, they may or may not try to engage you, whatever you choose to do, avoid attacking them, they don’t know what…
Got nowhere to go? Nothing to do? Are you living with the black dog? Walk with me. Get your backpack, or purse. Get your phone or leave it. Lets go grab a coffee. You will see the inhabitants everywhere you go… they pretend to be busy, they are good at this. And you, you have…
I dont think there is any inhabitants here. When I close my door, beyond these walls, how would I know? How can I distinguish what is real? How can we at any given time know for sure that what we are experiencing is not a delusion? How can we be sure that our senses are…