bs

kk

mk

ak

it's a trap!

chainge

bouncing

I'm fine

indignants

birds again and again

experience the unbearable lightness of flying.

beauty never fadeth

so be it

If world is deterministic

would you fancy a gamble?

My hwæt will go on

The thing is  that unlike many other animals, humans are able to imbue the observable or experiential processes with meanings. 

All our conscious being in the world is relative to our brain's capacity to form a narration, to remember.

In the end what we are left with is narration of  experiences, not the experiences themselves.

This is a narration of living in a big city.

This is is the legacy of my mind and my thoughts, so shut up and behold.

Lo!

I give you a stick.

You give me stories.

V for vulgar virgins' vendetta

I pray thee bear me henceforth from the noise and rumour of the field, 

where I may think the remnant of my 

thoughts in peace

doing stuff.

n

truth is out there

and perhaps beauty too

nocturnal cohabitation

humming

Homo Narrans

 thinking of the poetics and anthropology of oral literature

narratives

we all need them

F^$%%^ you, Entropy.

Time my arse.

It's never there, when I need it.

Should I be proud of it?
Must I?

Can I?

equinox night's dream

Dreaming doesn't change stuff.

  Doing does.

But if you like dreaming,

 dream on.

to nic nie świadczy

to o niczym nie znaczy

alchemy

air over earth

earth over fire

smoke over water

Quis custodiet ipsos custodes?

hang on

dawn 

drawn 

    drown 

                             Dear Lord Stark

Spring is coming.

Yours sincerely

x.x.x

Some hardly ever wonder

and almost never wander.

Uprooted, eclectic and somewhat lost if not lonely duck

maybe it's just something there to keep us sane and make sense.