i think too many things in one day.
i cant remember what happened yesterday.
i cant remember how i was moved.
i cant remember the truth i found.
i cant remember how i want to live.
i cant remember
anything but the clouds
anything but the drought
anything but the smell of rain
anything but the clouds anything but the drought anything but the smell of rain
i cant remember anything but the smell of rain
__the finger extended towards my doorbell
i cant remember anything but the view from my window
__aiding and abetting dreams in their felonies
i cant remember anything but the smell of rain the view from my window and your extended finger and nothing but the drought is real. nothing but sandpaper on babies bottoms.
i think too many things in one day. these are some things i thought and remembered.
i, i, i
- steven
- "Seeing that before long I must confront humanity with the most difficult demand ever made of it, it seems indispensable to me to say who I am. Really, one should know it, for I have not left myself "without testimony." But the disproportion between the greatness of my task and the smallness of my contemporaries has found expression in the fact that one has neither heard nor even seen me. I live on my own credit; is it perhaps a mere prejudice that I live? ... I need only to speak with one of the "educated" who come to the Upper Engadine for the summer, and I am convinced that I do not live ... Under these circumstances I have a duty against which my habits, even more the pride of my instincts, revolt at bottom, namely, to say: Hear me! For I am such and such a person. Above all, do not mistake me for someone else!" - Nietzsche, Ecce Homo
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