Macro and micro [I Want To Write My Random Thoughts And Feelings]
Somewhere inbetween and the ends are the same, going in both directions is not going anywhere, there is nowhere really to go, when enjoyment is the name of the thing, you go inward, and dynamics are different there, you can fantasize and create, naming is creating, art thou a name maker, do you name things? No, a thousand times no, flattened mantra be the welcome mat outside the door.
Retrieving stuff can be like deleting it. Going forward a detoxifying gesture that strengthens the immune system. But sickness is all that is known, and would you not rather understand before you finally go?
You meander, float, dazed and actually heading for the unknown the micro, forging the path there even though a smooth road was already made, you want to take your time, born to aestheticize and yet, something else. Contradiction terms, in that the something else isn't something, a something is too in the middle, too vague and not vague enough.
Retrieving stuff can be like deleting it. Going forward a detoxifying gesture that strengthens the immune system. But sickness is all that is known, and would you not rather understand before you finally go?
You meander, float, dazed and actually heading for the unknown the micro, forging the path there even though a smooth road was already made, you want to take your time, born to aestheticize and yet, something else. Contradiction terms, in that the something else isn't something, a something is too in the middle, too vague and not vague enough.
