I had this title for quite a while and I opened it today after years to see it's just empty.
but nevertheless, it fits the purpose. to write is to remember, and that is enough to my faded mind; whenever I come back (out of shame or guilt for my dull-witted years in my youth) I find out minor details that would be shocking for me or even today's listener, when they hear the prices in those days or how things were, or how things weren't as good as they think and that they always had an excuse to live poorly and badly even though they were wealthy enough to feed some other strange mouthes out of pride and looking good instead of the evil things they did in the past. it's a cycle and we were about to do the same for the family but we weren't there. we rarely would attend these meetings and eventually every one of us got scattered somewhere in the world. now what is left is making good memories and write them down beside the bad ones as none of them will be removed from the mind of existence. it will relive again and again in different minds and manifest itself in the world.
anyway, i'm getting sidetracked here. these days I am trying hard to have a good time and do meaningful things. boiled some water and poured over a straw medium to clean it for growing mycelium in them.
bought some fruits and nuts, cashews, and currants are my favorites. sunflower and pumpkin seeds are also something I nibble on these days. Bananas and coconuts are always remind me of baboons and chimpanzees.
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