I am thoughts and flesh, words and bones, tears and songs. wounds and holes.
“One could not do without repetition in life, like the beating of the heart, but it was also true that the beating of the heart was not all there was to life.”
Kobo Abe, The Women in the Dunes
I couldn’t say him that my mind was like a Jackson Pollock painting.
it is not about buying the services anymore. you try to buy time time time