rambling 11/1/21

I’ve hidden a lot of the things I wrote in August. I’d share them again if you’d ask. Perhaps it was a turning point in Silence during those countless hours watching ripples. Or was it the mass unhinging of others’ minds that caused my prolific pen? I remember the...

part of a conversation

Each time I’ve lived or spent time with someone I like, I look forward to disappearing again. Why do you think that is? I am easily bored. That seems sort of sad. To be so easily bored by others. I have been wondering if it is and if I should...

“home”

I have never felt at home. Not where I live nor in any of the places I travel to. And the purpose behind traveling is not to find home. The reason I do it is to see everything. To experience this world in its fullest. To know why this place is not...