it's coming back to me all the time-
that I don't need anything except healthy knees

to run?
I was told that I would never be able to run (?)
so now what?

healthy knees to walk.
 and what about the fucking time before that?

aesthetics of slowing down.

a long time ago I wrote:
I don't need anything from future.
except healthy knees to run.

and now I can't even walk.

this is a fucking movie.
fucking prisoner in a white cell.

but I don't want to become transparent to escape
like that korean guy.

the water is still here.

this feeling
this experience
this is all amazing.


I can almost see myself in future.

metaphysical extravagance

structures, forms, dust
& all that modal ontology.

the structure is a bit flooded
hopefully it's just a wave.

I've got a new smell - swimming pool.

yulia.nida.lithuania.

getting older

long live the Queen.

I told her that emotions are aesthetic, but it seems that I forgot about that.
Recently, I've been only finding experiences this way.

a tram came and I realised that all these future/waiting thoughts are shit.
no matter how trivial, I felt that.
was this feeling aesthetic?