It is the second day. She sits by the window in the morning hours. Digital toxicology, famine, and too much theory suggest that peace remains a utopian construct that delays the species on its…

Caminha

change is good

i return to the past

it is stale

it is dusty

about you and me

we have no past

we have no future

change; no future

you go figure

today

yes. woke up remembering dreaming of you discussing law and literature. it was a grey day, we were on a grey couch, and i had my legs on your lap and the head on the arm rest. you are real, and you…

she walked in the rain. she did. she keeps telling herself that it is nothing. she wonders if she even believes the lies that she tells herself. nothing. it is nothing. nothing.

it is nothing.

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you are the fantastic adventure. i am the fantastic adventure. we were born restless. you and i. you and i were born in a state of entanglement. i know your fear, i know your pain. we touched, we…

dear friend and fellow monk, dear departed, dear you. you wanted to know how it is going, and what it is that i have to tell, and what it is that i will tell. i have seen you at the distance, and i…