Sunday, 30th September 2018
The water is boiling.
I have a cigarette on.
Got my favourite find of a band, Parcels - playing tunes familiar to the 70s. Anachronistic.
How's that for a setting?
Just bliss.
On to making myself a cup of americano, homemade; feeling as hipster as ever. A hipster meister.
At this exact moment - I feel super conceptual; abstract.
What a beauty the world can be, if everyone could understand this - how abstract this place is.
What a beauty the world can be, if balance is comprehended - how to embrace and to accept sits on a very thin line.
If we can ever accept that this current construction that we operate is in the end are just many in a vast space of abstracts.
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