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...

another year

This last year I’ve slept in twelve different beds, none of them my own. I miss views more than people, and it feels being alone isn’t hard anymore. I have been able to meet myself fully, the entire created me that has been shaped by time. Tomorrow I will meet myself...