the sound and smell of things

It's so full of wonderful noise and presence here, I love it. More than that, I welcome it after a time of nothingness. For some, nothingness can be very fruitful, for me, it mostly becomes rotten before it ripens, carrying the faint scent of frivolity.

I've often wondered if there's anything behind that enticing aroma, sometimes I think I've just touched it, maybe. But it's too hard to be within reach, or I'm just too lazy, I don't know. Anyway, being trapped in yourself is the cancer of happiness insurance, as in, they stamp their rejection of coverage before you could utter a plea. Productivity is just a safer stock to invest in.

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