Mart-deBlog

After intensity comes ... just sleep, nostalgic gaming, mountain peaks, books, tracking down Kali's adddress, parent skyping, boats, crabby fisher villages, apocalyptic fireworks, masses of people, bbq porc, bbq porc, everlasting city strolls, Cup Noodle, an essay, doing laundry with my 9th floor view, frog chopping axes, sleep; a lethargic week in Hong Kong.






























































































Note: I now believe that only in times of mental inactivity we are a member of our surroundings. only when we're zombie do we belong to the other zombies. without evaluation only valuation remains. and with a sleeping mind, my eyes just asorb. Is the thinker then really doomed to alienation? is the thinker the eternal loner?
And thus the eternal questioning recuperates from a blow of intense experience. so, I slowly part away from the world agian, and the more I realize the faster I drift.

NoteNote: And yet I do not dare-, I do not need-, I do not want to cry out: 'Stop This', 'Help Me', 'Is there anybody out there?'.
no. I rather drift.