why does life have to be so complicated? But it is said to be simple, it's just life and one lives it. Existentialists.
(existentialism = the new f-word...)
No more. I'm going to run away from complexity for about six hours until the sun wakes me up again and god forbid the heat in this stuffy apartment doesn't keep me awake all night thinking about living...
In my life of labor and endless searching for connections, I sometimes pause to muse over the people I love, the natural and artificial world around me, and the ideas that provoke my imagination or ire.
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