Through the Lens, Through Myself

Happy birthday 🎉

You are so beatifull

Your Blog is truly beautiful. I never know how ti describe something like this " type of content " but its just so wonderfully without context if that makes any sense ? Anyways I just wanted to say I thoroughly enjoy what you post and I hope you continue to keep doing this!

A day late, but...

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Happy birthday!

Soulful, intelligent, artistic, beautiful. All that and much, much more...

I don’t know. To look at something large that has been built, you have to step back. But how do you look at what has been destroyed with a steady gaze? I feel nothing but the crunch of shards under my feet; I smell nothing but the scent of stone - it is the same whether they are washing the stairs in the entryway or when stones are shattering. I want to smell the earth. Once again, I am tormented by the desire to press my face against the rich, dark soil and wash myself with it. A completely foolish desire. That is how you catch toxocariasis. Miner's disease. Don't dig into your own depths, don't. Otherwise, you will fall ill. Tired of my own complexity. I want simple joy. The silent contemplation of time flowing peacefully. The absence of any need to explain myself. It seems I am even ready to remain misunderstood for the sake of this. And it feels like this is always the outcome anyway, no matter how much you writhe. Does everything die in loneliness? Perhaps that is not entirely it. If this feeling is anything like what I experienced when I lost consciousness during childbirth, then everything encounters its own infinity before leaving. It is impossible to do this with someone else. And it is impossible to distract yourself with anything else. They say the body knows how to die. It is a built-in, natural process. So, it is not as terrifying as it seems.

I dreamed of you as an old man; we were walking through a hot, poor town, and you started feeling unwell. You sat on a chair in someone's garden, but we were kicked out. We moved to an outdoor cafe in the middle of a dirty street. It looked like your back was hurting, but you refused to discuss what was wrong with you. I really, desperately wanted some coffee and waited for the order for a very long time. We never actually got our coffee. They brought you something cold to drink instead.

So, solitude it is. Oh well. Better go buy a cake.