Writing is not cathartic, even though its feeling of release is present; it is not enlightening, however, it provokes critical thinking; it is not, above all, entertaining, nonetheless it transports you. I write in order to rationalize interiority, to catch emic experiences with a net. Everything, however, revolves and remains inside.

Monday, July 23, 2007


I just need One, I reminded myself...

And so I waited for not many

not amazing

not life changing

or everlasting

but a merely manifested

simply observable

and -above all- genuine One.

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