At these moments my “twin soul” (the more I use this term, the more absurd it seems to me) will be lost in some place of the world enjoying the honeymoon with his recent wife.And at these moments, because of diverse reasons, I have reached the conclusion that I’m out of my mind, and I don’t think this may be caused by the tangle of anxiety pills. Not at all. This comes from looooong ago.
At these moments, it’s also probable that I have started the slow and long way which will drive me to the absolute solitude, agreed with my chronicle of an announced dementia. I think I must take a break, at least in order to meditate if I should make my will while it seems that my mental faculties are intact. Maybe I will take a short trip to Alcosebre with my parents. This is also a curious thing, by the way… because Alcosebre carries, without a doubt, a great amount of my existential memory. And perhaps leaving this blog a bit alone for a couple of days would also be a good thing.
Well, life is strange. Anyway, as usual, I‘m only completely SURE about a very few things. In the case of this post, for example, I’m only sure about what I have written in the first paragraph. This is the nice part of the quantifiable and qualifiable facts: they just ARE, they just are right there. Period. And God bless them.
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