Tuesday, April 19, 2011

a friend talked about sincerity

and another talked about imagined personas, personas we make up and converse with- and i, once upon a highway thought of how ignorant i am - that i must produce nothing - halt, before i read everything .. things i would most probably despise, things i would most probably want to touch - how agonizing anchors of physics are and how it would be very lonely, very soothing, as they all disappeared.

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