#at rest

i hadn't found any rushes. i guess i need to figure out how to split and bend that river cane

i know there will be an end, at least for this embodied me, but lately that future, the future, the FUTURE, has been feeling further and further away. zeno's lost paradox of time. every moment is half again slower than the one before.

anyway, it's not the worst feeling i've ever had. i have sorrows for the world but also joys and the grace to appreciate both. it's a balance i can live with for now