More endless noise

Society is wack, man.

This is beyond the pandemic.

I'm on the verge of losing St. Clair West for good; I've already vowed not to return to Piccinnini, given the noise pollution that happens to me there, that's a good thing.

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I love my walkbike excursions. I pack my backpack (the agony that it takes to pack it is worth it), I search for a hidden copse, and I try and focus on breathing. It's hard. Breathing, yeah.

Still on my crusade against meditation. My cheat code is that I use the 4-7-8 breath method, twice a day, as my meditation and call it that and I guess it helps. It definitely does not hurt.

As I rode my bike home rather, I admit, offensively, I came to Atlas and Earlsdale and a construction worker with hearing protection on started blasting the concrete whilst smoking a cigarette and wearing shades. My poor ears are still hurting.

I grazed myself with a bike pedal because I was disoriented from the harsh noise the metal on concrete was making.

I resolved to hit up 311 and complain, but because the THC is starting to hit, I decided to come here instead and hit publish, of course.

A strobe visual cascade

The cascade of tears falls down and I write it down and shrug my shoulders up as I atlasizse the situation. It's pain incarnate - gluten. 

If i stop and stare at my words, I mesmierize myself into obvlivion. I don't even know how else to explain it.

And i go back to the kitchen to drown my sorrows in more delicious food from FF...

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Continued the next morning...

I log onto the machine. I turn the music down. I turn the brightness up. I browse, I browse, I absorb, I reflect.

I end up in the early reaches of the internet.

Tears well up. Tears well up as I raise my covered hands to my face in exhausted exasperation at the state of my brain connections.

The brutalist thinking overwhelms. I cry. I cry because i am alone, and I am not alone.

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Un monde avec un magicien

 2g té correct; phoque métaphore production !

Raw footage of Cedarvale this morning...

Other friends (of Cedarvale); where are you? Why does no one seem to care?! Big trucks blocking my way through a footpath with no one around to explain why, and no signage anywhere except the -traumatic- "kidnapped" ones. Way to -ruin- my morning walk, ugh.

LOUD MUSIC WARNING: