I cannot escape this coldness. And even still, I have become such a stranger to myself, and stranger becomes the events one is forced to know is going on out there
I am a stranger to myself now.
I wish it were not so but it is beyond my ability to understand how even colors have lost their luster and perhaps it is a numbness
Who wants to live forever …? like that Freddie Mercury haunting line from “Highlander”
The Vampire soul ….the immortal soul ….if our lifetimes are to purify through our experiences then ….? (the level of tedious and excruciating fails) (…there is so much behind this question that I cannot begin to try and attempt which direction I would take it; which is correct? but none; which is most necessary? all; which to start?—it’s beyond start, dear….)and then there is how our choices steer our courses
Why has the world grown so cold ….? and I am glad to be deep in these derelict mountains because —if you looked at the earth from the moon as those pictures the astronauts just came back with ….don't you feel it?
Vikings crossing blindly across a sea in a wooden boat, humans in a tin can fly to the dark side of the moon
I have lived so many lifetimes in this one ….why do I dream of Viking? There were others
but I guess it seems the unfinished stories or the ones that mattered are the ones you are meant to learn from and I don’t like leaving work unfinished
I guess then, as I can’t just walk away, Jörn has some importance I have need of
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