but to [rejoice] in splendour

So here is a photo of Monkeys (not the Monkees!) I got this on our way up the hills to our Resort in Kerala. There was some, not too much wildlife that I was able to see... more than anything, I saw landscape of tea leaves... The hills, and our resort for that matter, was in the heart of Tea Plantation.

What is being connected? Why does it feel that the strongest connection is when we are the furthest apart, when our level of understanding is on different planes, when our mind is least worried about the other? I ask questions, only to find no answers. I ask to find sadness, to find that the understanding as passed me by. No matter how above average my intellect might rise, to grasp the connection in the moment is difficult for I’m blind. Or I refuse to see. In either case, it’s a fool’s errand that I seek, to find connections between you at opportune times, for opportune times in my mindset is a 180 from what fate has lined up. Only if I could see, in that moment, what I need to see, and not be blinded by the shackles that I impose, would I have less confusion in my life. It has come to this, when the heartfelt letters pour from the fingers, when the ability to grasp is most slipperiest, that I find myself swarmed in thoughts. At the time when I wish to mediate the most, to le...

We speak in tongues that have no meaning; we speak of words that seem to make noise without illuminating. We speak in order to forget, we speak to escape thought processes; to distract us from feeling what we want to feel. In time, our words become our meaning; we believe in what we speak and the lies associated. Yet, instead of hearing conversations, I see bubbles like those in comic books; people are like fallen comic characters on a 2D paper stock. I analyze their words, to find what they truly want to say, but my mind becomes numb, intoxicated after listening to everyone speak only what they themselves would like to hear. And so instead I write, but I do not have a clear goal nor a direction. So I babble in thoughts, and dribble in theory about tangent subjects, which turn to be more relatable than I set out to forget. And while it is easy to be vague, when I trying to become specific, it becomes complicated to the point I wish to only write fragments. Perhaps, the broken th...

New Years! Here are some photos that are cool, funky, or plain just informative. You all share too! I know for a fact that there were at LEAST 3 cameras.... Oh, as I wrote this, I was listening to Do Your Thing by Basement Jaxx..... if anyone really wanted to know...