packing

tomorrow morning, back to seattle. pack my bags tonight. cloths washed. flight checked. large dinner, ate. I like lanterns haning from trees. I like lanterns, in general. it's a good asthetic. i love how I can just sit here and stare off into a black abyse, because of the archatecture: very open. I'll try and take a picture, tomorrow, and post it, when I get back.

I love having time to be in silence and escape the thoughts of the world. the thoughts of the world are the thoughts that are boring, tired, endlessly repeated, and not actualy thought out. some people live on this mind of the masses, thinking only other peoples thoughts, like recording devices, playing back what has been heard. It requires silence and will to sit with these records and slowly see and turn off the repeating backround radiation of collective thought, and allow my own personal melody to emerge. thinking for yourself.

this is how you find your life.