i've been thinking about the structure of silence. where does it reside? between beats, between words, or just behind the screen?
the world today feels overly compressed, like a low-resolution JPEG. i am trying to be the highest-resolution thought i can muster.
my current mood is a cassette tape playing backwards. listen carefully.
— s.g.
everyone talks about the noise. nobody talks about the void. the cow, however, understands the void completely. they are peaceful, silent observers of the cosmic joke.
this is my current obsession. if you see the cow on the home page, be kind to it. it carries the secrets of the universe, and it is hungry for digital grass.
I can always come to my senses without a morning coffee, Yet I crave the intellectuality that sipping it brings. And I have no wish to flee from sins; For were I without them, I suppose I would not be 'me.' My mother would have loved me merely for the sake of it, had I not been a sinner, But I bear sins, And she loves me with her truest emotions.
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