The rain shut down today's excursion plans.
I'm looking for thoughts to slow down my overly peppy day and the weight of Reality always gets first prize. I grieve, mock, smile, remembering all the corners of my timeline. I'm afraid of forgetting and thus seeing my uniqueness being replaced, reduced to just being smaller; A missing wholeness.
I want to go from the insights and the will to an action in, or rather against as the situation is today, the world around me. I see others being outwitted by arranged words from soothsaying to apathy, doubt, ignorance, and everything imaginable. The control over the naive is real.
Feel the emptiness dispel.
Prosa (Kortnovell)
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Publicerad 2026-02-12 22:20