This is after the
grandly mundane
drama, after the
endless timeline,
after the tallying,
after the lure of
the handcrafted,
kettle-cooked salty
potato chip, after
the endless conquering
of it and them, this
is after the hypnotic
spell of perfumed
images, after
being a verb disguised
as a noun, after
pretending to be
a palpable thing,
this is after
being something, and
this is after
being nothing.
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Author:
Vipassana (
Offline) - Published: February 3rd, 2026 01:56
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Comments1
Every moment follows something. A most interesting write that seems at first experiential then tangential and finally philosophical. Well done
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