reality check:
today i found that i am silly enough not to back up files, and i know nothing about how wordpress actually works in the background at all. it’s almost a lovely, and equally terrible sight to see all the words i have written become illegible, a ruin of remains.
among many other things worth or worth not to mention, my head hurts like splitting, like yesterday and the day before.
“reality” as far as i remember it – evoking without appealing to it – seems a haze of thoughts and borrowed opinions, emotions and vibes going all the wrong ways, imprints, energy exchange, life arrested in deadened forms, in surplus… human action founded on knowledge, which is always partial and exclusive, remains to be the most damaging.
留言 25 Jul, 09