Joy. What could you say about it? It either exists or not. It is either eternal, or just a flash, or just an illusion of Sysiphos struggling uphill. Starting to think about the many ways of the far east, when we imagine levitating over the ground, but actually half asleep on a bench in the small dog loo next to the junction downtown.
Twas a very good year. My car went from 10-300 and the autumn leaves felt upwards. So lot to say there is about mindtricks.
So this said, we should head down to the pub for some non-craft german witbier and smoke hand-rolled Virginia in between long silences.