Datura ~ T.A.
What was known in a quiet country store on an island where cats left fur on merchandise...or twenty years later, in a swimming pool surrounded by wire outside a dark condo in Virginia...isolation (the good kind).
No, not solitude that is chosen. Isolation...for it also felt forced and lonely but strangely good nonetheless.
It a feeling...it exists in the in-between place. I wonder if there is a word for it in another language.
I have a feeling it's like what a monk who sometimes experiences regret but nevertheless is choosing the life of deep introspection might feel...
I have a feeling it's like what a monk who sometimes experiences regret but nevertheless is choosing the life of deep introspection might feel...
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