There’s no time to write when you’re taking care of a tiny human. Goodness I miss some of the selfishness of late night emo writing alone. It’s a very delicious tasty thing to indulge in.
But not all the time.
Mood rn.
COIN
What happened to the dream house? I don’t even know anymore. I thought we were falling, baby we were all in. Never thought we’d be revolving doors. I don’t even know anymore
The discovery of quantum theory is only slightly more radical: it is the discovery that all the properties (variables) of all ojbects are relational, just as in the case of speed.
Because everything that begins must end. What causes us to suffer is not in the past or the future: it is here, now, in our memory, in our expectations. We long for timelessness, we endure the passing of time: we suffer time. Time is suffering.
Wildwood Forever.
Nostalgia, which fuels our resentment toward change, is a natural human impulse. And yet being forever content with a spouse, or a street, requires finding ways to be happy with different versions of that person or neighborhood.
The only way that you get acceptance is when you know you don’t need it
But you and I, I think we can take it
All the good with the bad
Make something that no one else has but
You and I, you and I
Me and you, what can we do
There’s so much that I can’t see.
Who knows?
Is this the start of something wonderful and new?
Or one more dream that I cannot make true?
Design is Subtraction.


