what do you do when your memory runs out of pages? do you buy a new book, or decide to forgot altogether? hmmmm… the last entry on my remember book was the number of hours i worked, and an estranged line which says “which modernity?” haha!
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spending days with my head in the clouds, detached from my earthly body. the body seems to know what it’s doing, it brings me to complete the rational tasks of life, while my mind travels elsewhere. hi how are you? good thanks, you? not too bad…. i wonder if it’s possible to permanently live with my mind in the clouds, maybe as an outcast of society, zombie, mental? I’ve never spend so much time, sober(maybe semi), sitting at one spot and staring into space while the hours melt away. Is it 2 already? and the body brings me to class. maybe that’s death, when your mind drifts too far, it got lost and doesn’t know how to return. maybe we’re breathing in lost thoughts. will you please wake up, wait for me?
