I don’t know the reason I follow the same paths over and over. I hope for something different every time. And while I wander, I don’t really move.
It takes something special to remind me that there is real beauty in the world. Something so singular that I forget it exists most of the time. If there is a pinnacle to the Human mind, then it has to be some kind of artistic, abstract appreciation for real, concrete beauty. For something real that exists only in the ether.
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