rice field, originally uploaded by tamaki.

this earth that we love, this earth that we destroy, this earth that sustains us, this earth that we adapt to, this earth here on earth.

Fundamentally yours

not my inbox

anything goes

What’s up?

Or as the O’Pumpkin would say: sup. What is new? What are the news? What is going on? What on earth will lift the misery of boredom?

I do not know, and I do not have a clue as to what will ever alleviate boredom for the animal that we call the humans. I am however fascinated by the subject of boredom and why it is that we judge our inner state as one of being bored. I am not prone to boredom, but I am allergic to it. That is, contrary to what my ego would like to believe, I too am human. I have been away. I have been reading. I have been writing. There is nothing new. Not really.

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