And Yet Even Still More Stream of Consciousness

build where there are no others build on a space that no one else can or wants to build your castle build your wall build your tower build your home build build build but build it for yourself for god's sake the poorest architect in the world is the one who designs other people's buildings not the one who designs buildings that collapse that failure is a lesson in how not to do what you were trying to do it does not or at least should not teach you that your design won't work only that it won't work in that way try it again anew and when anyone tries to tell you not to build your structure your way remember that no one has ever tried to build what you're building and they don't have a fucking clue what they're talking about

faded memories like grayscale trees and sepia tone dining room tables I walk amongst the long lost but never forgotten the fabled nevermore a casual walk for such rarefied air I walk with no purpose simply observing there is no purpose for me here no reason for me to be here there is nothing here for me at all so I leave the washed out colors of yesterday for the vivid high definition picture-in-picture of today we have better quality graphics in the here and now but those old tokens seem more real

ocean mists fade to a dark and ominous sky with huge clouds lightning and thunder threaten to tear the entire universe asunder but only a slight drizzle comes to drench the towels I have left on the beach slight irritations are not going to destroy us all and I gladly accept a mosquito bite to scratch and a mountain of dirty laundry I have the privilege indeed the luxury to gripe about such trivialities in a world of suffering and horror truly truly truly I think I am one of the luckiest men on the planet