Leaving Brighton
Ok, I am finally leaving Brighton.
It feels so strange for not feeling strange at all.
It's just ok, same same, normal.
No big relief, nor desire not to go.
Even walking down the street where the bitch woman who accused me of SH does not feel strange. Is ok, is all ok.
Or, in Taoist terms:
"It is not important, it does not matter."
I bet it is just the effect of internal dissolving.
It feels so strange for not feeling strange at all.
It's just ok, same same, normal.
No big relief, nor desire not to go.
Even walking down the street where the bitch woman who accused me of SH does not feel strange. Is ok, is all ok.
Or, in Taoist terms:
"It is not important, it does not matter."
I bet it is just the effect of internal dissolving.