Summary of the day:
A chemtrail at noon,
and the respective small talk.
At sunset: "no-truth is not lie, but ignorance."
The chemtrail returns in the night,
more complete conversation,
existential crisis by seeing there is no freedom,
Paranoia.
And escapism begins:
The snake biting its tail,
lyrics that are love and something else,
key phrases,
the end: art.
An old "mystic" little book that tells me again:
"no-truth is not lie, but ignorance".
And to close: early morning of daydreaming.
