Maybe the meaning of my having such an awful memory is because I keep experiencing new things, new worlds. Whilst eating watermelon beneath a Mediterranean sun and pine trees, near Rome, it brought me back to my infant days at the beach.
I remembered because I was experiencing it 'again'.
Saturday, 17 May 2014
Sunday, 11 May 2014
Oh this endless search for something meaningful! Such a hard chore! Why, oh why couldn't I settle with a more mundane goal? Why do I want it all? Why do I keep on pursuing the impossible dream? I'm so tired. How dreadful it is to dream so much, so high! Mind of mine, come back to Earth, even if you don't know where it is.