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do they greet each other, through the gaps between those water molecules which bleach their voices white? in some mother tongue of their own, another whose meaning eludes me? or do they shake or nod their heads, without a need for words?

November 3, 2018November 4, 2018

what do the ghosts of this city do, these muffled, early-morning hours? slip soundlessly out to walk through the fog that has been holding its breath, and waiting? do they greet each other, through the gaps between those water molecules which bleach their voices white? in some mother tongue of their own, another whose meaning […]

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Everything passes. That is the one and only thing I have thought resembled a truth in the society of human beings where I have dwelled up to now as in a burning hell. Everything passes.

i have tried insofar as possible to avoid getting involved in the sordid complications of human beings. i have been afraid of being sucked down into their bottomless whirlpool.

in this instance, ‘you’ would probably be someone who managed to force a laugh, quietly enduring some internal struggle.

do they greet each other, through the gaps between those water molecules which bleach their voices white? in some mother tongue of their own, another whose meaning eludes me? or do they shake or nod their heads, without a need for words?

Protected:

So that it seems the place I flee to is not so much a city on the other side of the world as further into my own interior.

Silence, I’ve discovered, is something you can actually hear.

i shall be nothing, the wind, the sky.

look at the rain long enough, with no thoughts in your head, and you gradually feel your body falling loose, shaking free of the world of reality.

even chance meetings are the result of karma. things in life are fated by our previous lives. that even in the smallest events there’s no such thing as coincidence.