Saturday, March 17, 2012

In bottles of beer and stolen glances

More than trying to get better, the attachment of one's self to the substrate of life is one of the greatest endeavors of mankind. Attempts on betterment is a usual force of age, or of continued existence, for that matter. But developing a certain form of holdfast to the steady rhythm of dynamism is never as simple as survival. Life would always be a challenge in itself, more than just a dimension of being.

So. I stare into the impossibility instead.

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