You are being written.
maybe when all the noise is gone, the music shall make sense
all the dance shall stop one day
you shall start walking on a rather crumbly stage that smells of mothballs from past musicals
silver dust doesn’t last very long, even for people who never believed in anything but war
I think The Age of Information is mutating into a paradox. Or imploding.
I was looking for one of those “How To…” articles online today. Rest assured that the topic was completely inconsequential. I took a snapshot of what popped up in my search bar.
Look at how it cries with a mouthful of snow. (more…)