hibernation

for one reason or another, it is not a break without family and friends, travel, books and candles, and a little bit of art and craft. I come back to serotonin season, but all the butterflies are dead. they are decomposing into something greater. I did not feel the hype that summer had, boredom visits more often. I broke out of routine and into nothingness. it is a bit unbearable at times, but I am slowly getting better at not feeling guilty over doing nothing. these days, all I do is be present with people, listen to their stories, because what else to do? time flows endlessly, years and months never coming back. you can't really cheat heraclitus and his river. it is not the same, because you're not with the same people anymore.

 STILL LIFE

nothing happens until something moves.

einstein

guess we're not doing anything then. that's the point. niksening.

 

IN MOTION

và nếu mùa hè là một bài ca

mà đến già anh và em còn hát

thì mùa đông ẩn chứa nhiều đắng chát

mà tuổi trẻ hai ta chưa nếm bao giờ

nhưng thời gian như nước đại dương kia

em chỉ có thể vốc trong lòng tay một ít

nên hãy bơi trước khi ta gục chết

xương cốt hoá thành những nhánh san hô đen

 nguyễn thiên ngân

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unfortunately,

the clock is ticking,

the hours are going by.

the past increases,

the future recedes.

possibilities decreasing, 

regrets mounting.

haruki murakami

but what are you going to do about that?

nothing, everything, somewhere in between.