scrawls
still cheaper than therapy*


15.8.10
the difference between knowing something in my head and knowing it in all the rest of me and the space between those, that rushing chasm, and then i catch up to myself and on the one hand it's great and on the other, well, i already knew that, right? sometimes i think i can almost explain relativity.

what is that? what is that? To calculate, exactly, how much slower i am going if i meditate, if i stay perfectly still. It's all the same.

when i leave the windows open there is always traffic, always something, cars, bikes, trucks, sirens, trains. People shouting. Music, laughing, something. i bought a copy of hemingway in german - i may mention this again. Plastic cover. They don't make books like this any more - i could - oh, i could do. it's a dance, it's all a dance, so perfect, so defined.

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