Then I asked myself, why this fixation of kine with writing journals? I never quite understood it, not even when I was breathing... but now... things have changed... I find myself lacking... a reflection, among other things, maybe this journal is a mere attempt at recovering my lost mirage, my mirror-self... a certaion need to... perceive the things that I've done from afar, from the outside, so be it then... let this be my "reflection" act in whatever sense I may possibly need it...
I saw a nice butterfly one day... it had some real neat colors, but then I forgot...
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