Just being by yourself alone and thinking is quite a difficult thing to do. Sometimes I wonder how we are supposed to create anything meaningful at all, when there never seems to be any time to just sit and think. To ponder about what we are doing here, and what it means to be human. Or just to day dream, what happened to day dreaming? What happens to idle time, to time for lying and staring at the sky, or wondering in bordom, discovering new ways to make things or dreaming up stories, or mocking nails into planks for no apparent reason. Sometimes the only reason I am nostalgic about my early child hood, is that it was filled with unstructured time to muck about. Surplies to create things and endless time to try things out without supervision.
Brigs.
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