It was a long weekend. On which I did not really rest.
I noticed such a pattern when everything is somehow not this or that, then God is not written and the word does not fit into my head. Though there were some thoughts to share on the subject of how people brainwash.
But today I came tired and so nice to sit down and talk out about sore. My personal little confessional.
Actually, today I was ready to tell the boss that I am leaving because I am not an enemy to my health, and now we are leaving the office and he says, "I see you are not good how we can fix this, that you would be fine, something this paralysis has not happened to you. " Well, he knows where to go. Well, ok, I say let me work in the mode in which I will be comfortable, and then we'll see. But the matter is not in the mode, I think I just hate my job. Well, ok, let's see what happens tomorrow ...
I wrote to friends from my small town. What would you understand. This is another world. There, people go to the forest for berries and the river to catch fish. A little wild little world that has not yet fully captured civilization. Somewhere where there is no mobile connection. I want to go there. I would like to. There I will record my albums, create new musical instruments, build shapes, shapes and structures. Wild but full of deep meaning.
And now about the firmware of the brain. Yes, everyone probably heard that finishing things is good. Like, bring the case to the end and then you are done. But it seems to me that I was the victim of this idea. And I get bogged down in matters that were long overdue. Or just do it while you like it, and then leave it, okay, perhaps there will be someone who will finish it, the one who can pass this seed. This may sound disgusting. But I think the predatory stone here is human pride or pride. It's like adopting someone else's child. I would not want someone else. But time is sharpening me, and now I have already become more indulgent towards such ideas.