leather-bound.
(relatively recently, but not too close to present, ma soeur me presente a leather-bound journal. awesome, and it smells like book... and leather...
... sorry animal rights activists.)
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3.
Isolation, a corner spinning with the intonation of one word. A word once crossed out, inspiring in its loneliness, a tangled dread of wisdom. Do what you must to get by, one word, a desperate responsibility. But what is it, and is it worth searching for? A deafening rhythm, a hyperplane encircling a flock of angels fluttering for their master of paradise and the insulation of knowledge. Is it possible to master this? An interrogation proceeds, leather-bound, everlasting, clean, frightening, conjunction lacking. It's because this is a one page flipped to the end from the start. There is no final answer, no deep meaning, a nihilistic approach, an acceptance of the void, boring. The theory is that we are spirals, but in the multidimensional world, what would this spiral be in R^m besides a forever shrinking circle? It collapses into itself, the cracking shell being watched by the hatching fowl laying itself. Confusion, an interesting infinite non-answer asking more questions... but what came first?
Segue: We understand and can recognize the beginning of the end, things go away, but what is the final product of the beginning? Maybe the abyss of normalcy ever expanding into tiny organisms inhabiting a planet. Then always looking for the answers to the wrong questions, an upper consciousness has faults, basic fallacies to ignore what you don't want to accept. We label these things as givens and then try to disprove them. Curiosity broke the stable mind -- track one. The right answer is impossible -- track two. Mistakes are beautiful -- track three. The sharper knife breaks faster -- track four. The list, as always with everything, unfinished and replays on shuffle overlapping.
End of intermission: Suspense? No, isolation that comes smiling from oblivion, looking for the right word to describe an experience, life, love, beauty, species, pleasure, pain, ice, rain, elements, tranquility, the abyss, the finite words, the cynic, stained glass windows in gothic cathedrals made to display the majesty and splendor as well as torment of god, the non-capitalization, language, word, intelligence, logic, wisdom.
A feeling describes everything as ephemeral. But why this word once chosen at random? Why does it's meaning and being repeat everywhere?
Ephemeron is defined as continuous.
contradiction
contraephemerous
-al
-on
-ate?
Hide.
Isolation.
Repetition, tracks on shuffle.
Complacency.
Line skip
period.