Lost

“When anxious, uneasy and bad thoughts come, I go to the sea, and the sea drowns them out with its great wide sounds, cleanses me with its noise, and imposes a rhythm upon everything in me that is bewildered and confused.” Rainer Maria Rilke

Every choice is the death of all other possibilities.

Life is 90% maintenance.

Imagine two realities intertwined but at one time separate. Everything that’s possible happening simultaneously but happening in an illogical order.