Every sad story I read takes something away from me. Leaving me lighter. Ironic it might sound but it is true. Every sad story teaches me something. What not to do, and how not to be. Why not to pursue. Increasingly am beginning to see that there are no pursuits. All pursuits are imaginary.

8.2.14

When you look, you look. But what do you look?

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If I can be happy with nothing. I would rather be happy with nothing.

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Life stares from every corner

at the places I've lived so far

and more infinitely at all places I've never lived.

7.2.14

What?

What would you want when you want nothing?

Sleep can only be a refuge from life or is it life a refuge from sleep?

What does it matter?

Summer nights or winter nights, what difference; when you are always living in autumn?

7.2.14

If we have never seen movement. Then, when we see movement, it affects us. We notice.

7.2.14