no new posts for a long time. I stopped writing my diary as well. something is changing. something is unchanged. now I wonder how it will look like with time passing by. what will I feel in one month? year? ten years? we are starlike in all our self-reflections floating and existing there, so infinitely far one from another. Even though we find some common points - stargates of consciousness, points of force application using those narrow informational channels we can access.
how?

I want to hide, but there is no shelter which can give me protection..
I want to shout, but there is no receiver which can hear my voice.
I want to run, but there is no destination on this planet which attracts me.

That's why I have to figure out games for myself.

and, you know, nothing is real, and nothing to get hung about.

please take me home..