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you're on earth
there's no cure for that
— would you tell me, please, which way I ought to go from here?
— that depends a good deal on where you want to get to.
— i don’t much care where.
— then it doesn’t matter which way you go.
— so long as I get somewhere
— oh, you’re sure to do that, if you only walk long enough.
skin
i am the skin. the surface, the tangible membrane that intervenes with the pure forms the world consists of. I am made of small particles, peculiar tools, objects and ingredients that together define my qualities. I have no power over what constitutes me. i observe and wait to be unlocked and to reveal their complexities, flavours, shapes and textures. i contain the body, give it a border, separate the depth from the outer interruptions. i hold the organs with their individual desires that are pulling me in multiple directions. i do remain equanimous at all times, full of empathy towards everything that surrounds me and is within me.
i know no judgement, no hierarchy, no anger. my role is simple - i collect, organize and carry the triggers and pulsations about to erupt in other parts of the body. i am the modest one, the quiet type, no ego, no passion. my biggest fear is time, I am weak in front of it as I exist in permanent witnessing of finity of life.