Leonard Cohen is singing to me while I am reflecting on Ian Banks "The Quarry" and while I am looking forward to Aldous Huxley's "The Doors of Perception".
I have only 4 minutes left to tell you this story.
Meanwhile my coffee is turning cold.
I actually want to express myself.
But i don't know about what.
So I think that I have reached a certain state of enlightenment.
Emptiness, void, hey that's no way to say goodbye.
2 minutes, Cohen again.
1 minute
pointless but who cares
who
who am I?
aaaaahhhhh.
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