Continuing the creative process, I suppose, to create something new everyday, even if it is small. I wrote a short story. Now I am just writing something because I had to write something earlier and the time just whent by. Time, time, time, what are you? I would like to mention the fourth dimention is time the fourth dimention? and the fiftht is love I watched a video, in my youtube addiction that mentioned the fourth dimention where things that if you want to have space you put the thing in, in the fourth dimention, it has a shelf where you can put the papers that you do not know where to put Not only papers, I suppose, others things too I watched the show hoarders and the depression, the inmobilization, the stupor of the feelings that are not felt and that attracts things to fill the space There are so many things in my mind how to clear the space? how to clear the mind? do not think, just pay attention to the air, the sun shinning on the water and its reflection on the ceiling Too many things to do, and the torpefied mind that stops the movement I had to make a list, not done, and I did the things on the list, that is better. I wanted to reflect on my hand writing, the movement of the hand, the thumb, that makes us different from the apes the limited books of limited knowledge or if you wish, that will bring you in the wrong direction, misleading knowledge or again limited. The writing was reflecting in his handwriting and because the people that he knew sponsored him whatever he wrote and too many people believe him. People has to believe in something or conect with some ideas. So it is today in the month of July the time.
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