Saturday, June 21, 2025


 i had some dreams that seemed relevant but i can't recall them. are they still relevant, on the other side? you could say what is forgotten does not matter, yet clearly, it does. in the collective, and individual sense, both being one. we experience something consciously as a direct result of what lingers in the unconscious. i feel like with lost dreams there is a consciousness in the unconscious. we need. it seems the waking world has been all about desire, and the sleeping world about need. i read a blog about a smart kid feeling lost, and i think you could start anywhere, even this day, the solstice, my half birthday. i left school after 16 years and got in a car with my dog and wandered lost with an specific arbitrary destination. an island far away. i had a lot of pain. mental pain. anguish. that's what i learned about the world from, within that, within my mind, porous to the world, unknown. it's funny when we say and the rest is history, when we are lost for words.

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