day void

there is an irrevocable pull - of the future, which lasts a long time , and we'll do well to forget that there's an end.

if I remember the past, it's only because it's gone.

if I remember the future, it's only because I have yet to exist.

beyond those words of gratitude, I find myself speechless to the faces I forget.

Where are they, when time bends towards the relative recognition of their varied presences?

patience is the essence of yearning, of a false hope that never returns you to whence you depart.

If we find ourselves lonely beyond words, and cold beyond any new hide that covers us, it's only because we had once the contact with words and tanned hides that truly warm us, comfort us.

To ascertain infinity is to neglect what it means to be human. Only some sense of finitude does infinity feel more infinite, eternity more unfathomable. But what if there are just convenient binaries?

I dreamed that I was drowning, only to realise that it was rain splashing through the windows and landing on me.

when we return, admirably but still impossible, we push ahead what cannot be returned to, and gather the remnants of a lost peace - instead we find ourselves suffering from that peace. Because it is not perfect. Peace cannot be perfect.

In loops and circles of words, do you know where you're heading?

Turning the heads of people does not make them look back and reflect on their actions. Instead, you're still allowing them to look straight ahead.

If sometimes you find yourself in a ditch, a bottomless pit and dark abyss, it's really because you thought you witnessed some glimpse of infinity, and immediately you found yourself unworthy of such a possibility. Ironic. You then chose not the infinity, but some substance of infinite - you chose an expression of despair.

So try not to despair, try to achieve an even more deeper despair - face infinity and despair at the impossibility of infinite repetitions.

Having said that, the tangible thing to do is to do nothing, the narrowest way of escaping infinity. It cannot get as a finite and liberating as that.

Of course, that's just my excuse to slack. But it is extremely labourious to do nothing.

really.

Try not to think or remember past events, people, structures and phenomena.
(did I just remind you of those past events, people, structures and phenomena?)

We'll do well to just be. Because that is the most gruesome and violent resistance to our human vulnerability to time and space. No one knows how to face us.

Frankly, I don't know how to just be, and do nothing. It's a paradox.

I can write about this paradox. Already I perform. I do.

Well. So I shall end. This conversation will last a long time.