There are times when you search within yourself in search of evidence, evidence which demonstrates that you what you're trying to convince you it's true, but it happens, only to find the charred remains of what he believed to be there. Your false rationality killed the comforting truth that loved to tell.
excavation in search of what I want to find something that does not exist except in my imagination, which you do not know enough to impose suitable build scenarios for its even want to represent.
Once established the impossibility of flight of fancy that remains is the second option: The
rational, ruthless determination of the status quo ... or nonchalantly elegant yet? Opto
happily for the second, I step on the carousel and pretend that what I'm mounting is a real horse, the landscape changes constantly, and not a recurrence of the round the same context. I travel without travel, but silently curse against static monotonous futility of the alternation of deadlines.
And if you jump?
excavation in search of what I want to find something that does not exist except in my imagination, which you do not know enough to impose suitable build scenarios for its even want to represent.
Once established the impossibility of flight of fancy that remains is the second option: The
rational, ruthless determination of the status quo ... or nonchalantly elegant yet? Opto
happily for the second, I step on the carousel and pretend that what I'm mounting is a real horse, the landscape changes constantly, and not a recurrence of the round the same context. I travel without travel, but silently curse against static monotonous futility of the alternation of deadlines.
And if you jump?
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