Take a stroll inwards and find something that either excites you or frightens the sweet nectar of excitement into existence, something that wants to roam free. Even if you don’t find it, go back, risk a little normality. There are special walks to be taken, meanders that can whisk you on the rising swell of pupil dilating heartbeats. Getting those old rust crusted gears churning will shoot blood twirling hormones down the barren dopamine starved alleyways of the brain.


hua t’ou


foreign dust


Consciousness is not the content


Guests come and go


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