My time

[crazyexpansive]

Lately, I am lost for words. I am picking up pieces of information like jigsaw puzzle corners and trying to make sense of a puzzle that can never be complete. I see the vastness of my future. I know the misfortunes of my past. I often ponder the mystery of memory and why it is so hard to come by as one gets significantly older

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[ruon]

I like the octopus analogy. I'm going to have to make a mental note and store that one for safe keeping. Dancing skeletons are an interesting image too. I guess we're all dancing skeletons beneath it all, aren't we?

This comes to mind, a random thought:
The skeleton of language--beneath all the "ahhs" and "laaas" and "muhhhhs" of our tongue we have precise movements: clicks, and bends.

I'm not sure what my point is. I don't have one.