In addition to the fact that I will leave another video of my writing marathon on this page, now 13, I would like to talk a little about extraneous topics.
Quite a bit.
The day that was. The day that will be tomorrow and all the following.
They are unlike anything that has come before.
The most interesting thing is that nothing in particular happened.
I can even say that absolutely nothing happened.
But I seem to have crossed a line. I feel it.
This is not joy.
Because I’m tired.
It’s not pain, because I feel good.
It has nothing to do with any emotion I know.
It is something beyond feelings and words.
It’s a puzzle I’ve been solving for what seems like my entire life.
And one is not enough. I’m talking about life.
And it does not disappoint me. Vice versa.
This mysteriousness is both murderous and fascinating.
Something I will never know, and that’s great.
But what happens – it seems to hint.
Here it is. This is what you thought about, told others, hid from yourself, wrote about and remained silent.
It is about death and life at the same time.
About Nothing.
The day is ending.
I am starting.