‘our lives disconnect and reconnect, we move on, and later we may again touch one another, again bounce away. this is the felt shape of a human life, neither simply linear nor wholly disjunctive nor endlessly bifurcating, but rather this bouncey-castle sequence of bumpings-into and tumblings-apart. ‘
why do we have a mind if not to explore on the very ideas and modifications that meditates on it?
it appears that action, though colloquial, can never seem to synchronize to secrete my true feelings.
they are all perhaps strangely familiar to me, not classified nor delineated, as i have imagined them as patterns.
feelings; lights shine, violins whine, love me do
i still have my feet on the ground, i’m just wearing nicer shoes while i’m at it.