I am not disputing the convolutedness of the description of THE STATE. I am querying the reason for the convolutedness of THE STATE itself.

There is always this craving for blues&greens and that horizon after this horizon; and then the other one further beyond.

Comfortable, with whispers brought by the winds and flapping of wings and sails; embraced by water; grounded by soil and warmth by fire.

... now I am glad for both: the pain and the wheel in a very synchronistic and magical way.

... and then I brought back T-shirts I bough in King's Road for Andrea Bano [...] Oh, that phone number: 29 19!

But I also need Ruth: I need her solitude, her pragmatism, her no-nonsensical approach to life. I need her salt marshes. I need her bones.

In the meantime, I have so many other questions, but I start this process by re-reading Plato and taking of course a lot of notes!

Today the mantra is: it is possible. If it happens, it happens; if it doesn't, it will at some point.

Hold on a sec, is this the righteous entitled bitch showing up again?

My coffee place is a blend and if I cannot offer the blend, it’s not me. On coffee, Jung & the perfect bite.