I’ve been thinking a lot about being the person I want to be. I see it in my mind’s eye as a vision of myself, easily accessible yet always fragmented. Whenever my image appears, I am walking through a Murakamian dream; life is same, but shrouded in fog and fantasy, and cats. It becomes a struggle…
Whats the point of living if you never feel alive>
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WHERE WOULD YOU MOST LIKE TO VISIT ON YOUR PLANET?
