Mondo Bungle

Here's some random things I've wrote down in my physical journal

"I am surrounded by dirt and large crawling organisms and trees and leaves. Clouds are my favorite natural occurrence. If I were a cloud, would a cloud be me? Above everything else (quite literally), the cloud is sublime. The cloud is carefree. I bet that the cloud is happy. The cloud is moisture attached to dust. I am a skin bag filled with moisture. the brain controls me. The cloud has no brain, it is not controlled. The cloud looks so soft. but the cloud's life is short. We see new ones everyday. All different yet all the same. A cloud could not be me and I could not be a cloud. I'm lost in these woods again, but not like the first time I was here. Leave me here, let the bird chirps and branch cracks fade. This is where I find myself at ease. However, I am a weakling."

"Why do the woodland creatures run away from the humans? The birds and rabbits coexist, and I am a giant. But I am no predator, I'd tell you that if I could. But I don't think you would believe me. I am just like you, scared, confused, frantic. Our bodies are not without fur. I am no predator, we are all prey."

"Life is a long, drawn out improv, not a three chord pop song. there is nothing more surreal to me than the day to day life we lead. Call it boring or mundane, but it is an infinity of spontaneity. Each second is different, each minute breeds new possibilities, each day is a miracle. Is it wonderful or terrible? I dunno, I'm all negative. That's the way I see it though, and I'm still sad."

"I've got a bird's eye view of the ground but I'm still not high enough."


I do really love clouds

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