runāja zaralustra un reizēm klusēja

domāju un rakstu bilingvāli. tas ir dīvaini. un nevaru saprast, kurā valodā man izteikties ir vieglāk. dzimtajā vai angļu. trilingvālis lāču brūnā krāsā šad un tad ietriecas izteiksmē nekorektu latviešu valodas teikumu konstrukciju veidolā.

I can't believe just how stupid I was back in 2010. And I can not fully comprehend how one can advance in his knowledge, sense of reality so rapidly. It's like I'm in space with all the knowledge there is to know. At times. At times it really feels that grandeur. At other times I realise that the spectacular thought construct buzzing through my mind is just a grain of dust in the context of all that matters. What matters? Mostly that which matters to ourselves. And rarely something matters to us all at the same time and with that touch of, I'd say cosmic but we rarely even fully realise the earthliness of our lives, significance. But when it does, it's either beautiful or trouble. Or beautiful trouble. And at times it's so fucked up that I simply want to lay in my bed and fall asleep. Then nothing matters at all. In the whole universe.

sen neesmu te neko rakstījis un piedzīvoju bailes izteikties. ļoti trauksmaini. tas būtu labi. bet nē, piedzīvoju ar grūtībām samanāmas vibrācijas savā galvā - stagnāciju, kas savā kreatīvā ir sapelējusi. bet man ir sajūta, ka viss būs labi. un tas jau ir daudz.

es tik ļoti gribētu būt kas vairāk par telefonu.

Rakstot te no Nokia 2600C2 ar 128x160 px displeju, sajūta tāda, it kā rakstītu uz mazām papīra strēmelītem un liktu kopā. Not bad. Constants are a pain in the arse. But it does not mean that the divorce with the centrifuge is off. Eju gulēt, arlabunakti.