Sometimes my possessions feel like barnacles stuck on the ponderous sea mammal of my mind.
I like looking at houses for sale online, when all the rooms are empty and there's just... space. It's appealing to me in a way I don't really understand.
Maybe because stuff distracts me. I don't know. Peace is an empty room, except for a mattress and a bunch of books.
Then the other part of my brain knows it's not that big a deal; that what I don't like is feeling that I should be more organized, more spartan, utilitarian, and less distracted.
Then I wonder what I would do otherwise? And I remind myself that there isn't a perfect time, or the perfect conditions, to do anything and to look for the things that bring you closer.
Or something like that.
Hey man, if you’re Gurgamo, the streamer I watch on Twitch, I just wanted to check on you. Hope everything is going well
ReplyDeleteHey hey! Silent! Great to see you! I'm all right, thank you for checking on me. I haven't been streaming because I have been focusing on other things lately, but I'm not gone forever. Hope you're well too!
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