And the point is, to live everything. Perhaps you will then gradually, without noticing it, live along some distant day into the answer. Tuesday, February 9, 2016. Gossamer threads stitched into my heart. And some curled into my combed sweater wool. Trail me through it? Sunday, August 3, 2014. I am seeing a therapist. Which is most definitely something.

Pieces of me written in the vernacular. pira-pirasong akong nakasulat sa sariling wika. akong-ako na hindi siya o ikaw. Saturday, October 20, 2007. Bagaman, hindi tulad ng ibang. Nasulat, ang pahiwatig na ito. Ipinaskil ni porqi, the guitar man ngayong Saturday, October 20, 2007.

On se lolera pour toujours. Retape dans le champ ci-dessous la suite de chiffres et de lettres qui apparaissent dans le cadre ci-contre.

A record of events and my thoughts about them. To pass the time before our next departure, after coffee, of course, we visited the impressive collection of supermarkets which is, according to Rouno, the pride of Voru. More grocery stores than people, he claimed, and as we went along deserted streets from Konsuum to Rimi to Maxima it seemed his assessment was correct.

Monday, April 25, 2011. A chemical of unplanned habit. Systematized ideology imposes external meanings and finds earthly existence subject to separation, a modernity based on values of dispensation and ideology, allowed for by strictly regulated network conceptualizations.