Thursday, June 27, 2019

Sometimes I cry

The beloved country. The isolation of citizenship. The rise of the cosmopolitan. The beginning of a new era. Making humans dependent. All said and done. I am alone and without purpose. The promise has been failed too many times. It is no turning back now. When we live we die. When we die there is?

Sad news

I've quit smoking today. Yet again. Now if only I can get back on the eden-fruitarian track. :-)