I don’t know. I’m feeling fine.
I was listening to an audiobook.
Now I am not.
I’ve started paper book reading more, recently.
I’m studying the ways of Krsna Murti. He has some ideas that resonate w/me.
I haven’t felt a genuine companionship from… more than a handful of people in my life.
One of them was Barbara Guest (a poet). Alice Oswald, too (also a poet). I need to be grounded to reality more. I’m lost in lala land. And reality is simple (as stupid as it sounds). It isn’t this or that.
It isn’t this or that.
So yeah. The other people on my hand I don’t even remember.
My family is… distant. I think I hurt them too much. My mother wants something out of life that she’s not getting. But at least she has her kids.
I’m implicitly paranoid that papa has telepathy.
FALSE. He does not. There is a logical explanation.
I have hallucinations (from my brain disease) && he probably talks in his sleep or sum shit.
What the fuck (do I care).
SO anyway.
That’s it for now.
Learning to close out.
Harbinger of doom, roam in la la land w/me.