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Thursday |
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Today
I looked off into the distance but I couldn't see
it. Sky and ocean conspired to erase the line between them. What's known as horizon, sharp as a knife, ceased to exist. No divide, the hardest thing about being here is the easiest. Nothing on top of nothing, no distraction, little interaction. At night there's the moon, some stars, no other light. I sit silent staring into it and myself. No memories, no plans. I get scared. If you ever got beyond your conditioning what would be left? |