Walking alongside long-haired regret in the wan light of abandoned blacktop. Too many dance-card days blackened by mental charcoal tally marks. Moving laterally through half-cultivated cravings as a distraction from the Other lifelong crippling addiction. Which is to say, the defenses against a deeply flawed self. Dragging myself through self-actualization to squander my half-remaining time. Listening to old recordings of Alan Watts in the liminal space of exisence. The past eventually fades away, and the future has not yet arrived. So there is only ever the Present. Only. Ever. Here and Now.
2:08 p.m. - 2022-10-05
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