It's always a good time for an intelligent revolution.

Status :

Listening to incredible old improvs (forcefully opening the eyes during hyperadrenal brain activity, recorded at dawns) and feeling like sometimes there is poetry that contains bits of the philosophical stone, and probably too precious and critical to be shared.

I almost kind of miss the time when the Internet was analogical, because everyone should reallyslow down and not be like dodos rushing so much towards the abyss.

Human wonders:

Yes, ignorance is a bliss but self-delusion is even more marvellous, though both end  up with terrible effects.

the same latent freight that one feels to let oneself write (of that unleashing),  is a bit like with sex - a slight scare of losing control, of getting too wild, too perfect, too overwhelmed

Discontinued perfumes, products and people, that fit a function ideally, are really hard to replace once they're gone.

Sisters

Have you seen my hands? Have you looked at them lately? Have you seen how you left them, what you took from them, leaving them completely empty?

And I am like you, sister, I am equal to you: made from the same earth, from the same water, from the same blood and bones and flesh... and still... you don't see me.

I bend my body to grab what fell and between my legs, behind me, there's a mirror where I see a prolific heart. Where is that heart?

Some people win the lottery the day they are born and some people win it on the day they die.

You can't stop time, you can't rewind it, you can enjoy but when you can't everyone asks why is worth it to carry on.

Yes, you can develop to be a good cook by learning and improving techniques, but you can't create something that is born with you like raw talent. And that is what distinguishes great writers and artists. They can make "magic" :)