There is power in repetition, he said he said.
We must not strive for the narrow path, we must be the path. The voice sounded bleary and tired. Like he had not slept for a hundred days, just looking at the archi-cola landscape, laden with fresh things.
I have since then stopped listening, as it will drive me insane. The things he says...like the one about the onrushing star cluster HVGC-1 was simply too preposterous.
Back in those days i was still wet behind my ears. We used to jokingly refer to those parts as the uncharted wetlands.
I could have gone further, i know.
But somehow this spot talked to me. Something inside my core being clicked with these rocks, those shadows, the smell of coke.
I have not yet regretted my impromptu decision to usher Glenn and Ava away, and strike for gold here.
My gold is no fools' gold, though my scars are many and fierce-looking. At closer inspection, you will see me for what i am. The imposter.
I can live with that.
Dear reader, I am sorry to have let you hang out to dry. I have a perfectly good reason. I was hungry, did I mention that? Having identified the three dishes on offer in the in-house canteen i quickly made up my mind to wander off-grid. Yes, I did visit that joint, again. No, I will still not tell you where it’s at. That’s for me to know and you to find out. Only, I hope you don’t. Why? Well, once you find it you will understand. The tricky thing is the making of a decision. Choice is overrated, if you ask me. There is so much tastiness in the world (or in this joint anyway) and so little lunch breaks. So, though I am loath to divulge more, I am inclined to share some of my insights. It just feels right, you know? So, anyway, this is how i handle it. I don’t. Makes any sense? It goes like this; the best way to make an important decision…is not to make it. Yes, I know dice is all the rage this season, and sure, if that tickles your fancy, don’t let me stop you. As for me, I do it d...
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