time is an illusion

a new year, a new
what?
a new goal?
a new routine?
a new fucking outlook on life?
there is no past
there is no future
there is no time
but the now

be in the now
taste the now
enjoy the now
be the now
you are the now
we are the now
there is only now
we only have now
now is all we have
and we have a million more nows
to come

weird

i loved the clock for what it promised

the clock

wide

success is not a permanent fixture in one's life

psychosis, hyper-logic, and engineering

web

take a seat

the leisuredome

hole

there's a texture to grief very few examine

the colonization of confidence