uniquity|3|
this is a collision of virtually too many things to preview in such a confined space. As am I.
fashion + music + food + sports + inspiration + consciousness + art + freedom + funny + ....
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So last night’s plane ride home… that window seat & noise canceling headphones were working me.
Watching the terrain change from desert & mountains to clouds & moon, bumping the best/worst possible playlist had my brain turned UP.
Thoughts running through all of the things I wanted and all of the things I didn’t want them to all the same. I got caught.
But… no better time for instropection than when you’re above the world, right? When you’re not immersed in it all. Time to look down… & in.
Boy oh boy… and what I came up with… boy oh boy.
That same unspoken, that same untouched. That same thing I can’t shake, but the same thing I can’t grasp. Pfft.
The thing you ignore, but the thing that’s always there. Existing quietly, real chill but beating your insides up rather hard. A damn binary.
These daydreams are the most freeing/unproductive times ever. Going in and coming out untouched, but not unscathed.
