get thee to a nunnery

she will die again on the shores of singapore.

to write about life and then to wonder if there is anything that has not already been written about it and of it- that writing is inconsequential because it exists simply for the plain purpose of existence- for the validation of meaning.

here comes the rain again.

but for sure, we hardly know anyone at all, do we?
so why the crave to know more?

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and in case anyone was wondering, yes i do know.