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What are we left with, in the absence of truth?
We can hope. We can shape a perfect, shiny little future in our heads. Or we can choose to escape. You know, trying to find yourself through something else, be it music or words or weeds or whatever.
What do you usually do when you’re lost? I mean, like those Blair Witch dudes, say, lost in a forest with no map or compass or any orientation devices whatsoever. Sometimes I feel I threw my own map away. I’d throw my forest away just as well, if I only knew how. Sometimes I’d even throw myself away.

It’s a story of pain. Pain has a way of making itself heard. You can’t ignore it. At best, you are very much aware of its presence. At worst, you die.
Right now I’m somewhere in the middle of those two extremes. I’m curious to see to which one I lean towards

Do you ever get that feeling that you’re sinking?
I do.

a joint effort with Against Odds :D

Well, it surely seems I’ve kinda abandoned the idea of having English posts on this blog thingy. It’s just that not only does Romanian come much more handy when it comes to organising my thoughts, but it’s also a matter of… Well, how should I call it? It’s not that natural, to be honest. I mean, if my blog was entirely in English it would have worked, I guess, but making this language salad… I don’t know. And it’s not like I have tons of foreign readers. In fact, it’s not like I have tons of readers at all, even though I’m working on that :)
Anyway.
I feel like I’m hanging out to dry with my old clothes. And no, I haven’t been listening to insane amounts of U2 these days, but it’s just that… Well, so many things in my life look and feel somewhat recycled, worn, I don’t know. Maybe it’s just me. I feel like I’m losing focus on all things important and focusing on whatever else instead. Or maybe I just have a different definition of important than everyone else. It’s just that I believe I need to find some things before I can proceed any further, you know? The kind of things without which every journey is doomed to fail from the very beginning.
Well.
Tomorrow night should be a Kumm night, if everything works out fine. But I have to take care of my Math first.
I don’t think there’s a word out there that I hate more right now. Only “bac” comes somewhat close.

We all so desperately crave for one tiny spark of magic in our lives.
Yet when it shows up, we smother it and pretend we didn’t see a thing.

Such a paradox is our nature.