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?

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Sad news

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