The finest act of seeing is necessarily always the act of not seeing something else.

Here then - the after math of meaning. A liftime finished between the space of two frames.

Make no mistake, those who write long books have nothing to say. Of course those who write short books have even less to say.

...life's big. If you can't fix it, give it a spin.

I took my morning walk, I took my evening walk, I ate something, I thought about something, I wrote, I napped and dreamt something too, and with all that something, I still have nothing because so much of sum’thing has always been and always will be you.

Through all the windows I only see infinity.

No one ever really gets used to nightmares.