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ANNO·​TRICESIMO·​DIE·​DVCENTESIMO·​VICESIMO·​NONO·​VITÆ·​POVYA

I’m watching Moby’s “In This World”. When I was really young (maybe 5~6) this was hunting me all the time my Dad watched the MTV.

I used to get depressed and actually even cried a few times by seeing how these beautiful innocent creatures were ignored trying to make a contact. And their innocent excitement be killed.

These days, my theories and world view have integrated me back to me such that I truly feel liberated and flying. I feel all of my mind and body and life and everything is not connected and integrated and I see it. I’m happy,

If I have one wish, I would wish to walk in the street, and see Kamwa when he was three months old, and just had begun to like me. I would adopt him right away and make the best life I could for him. But I can’t and I just wish to cry.

Mom says Téo has become sick. I’m going to get sicken worried.

Today is not a good day. I’m going to be worried sick.

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