…this life is forever in flux…something new…something old…here…now gone…the continuing story that remains plotless but unique and gripping. I sometimes hang out on the couch after lunch …a great time to immerse myself in creative planning…nothing ever succeeds around here according to plan…the Groove just swallows it all and drums an inaudible beat that promises an eventful ride. I bow down to this process…whatever it is…it comes and goes…vagueness surrenders to Clarity and then it all disappears and transforms or gets sold or taken apart or collects dust or begs for attention or becomes a fogotten moment or just reappears as something totally different….
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