The Magus – completed/book recommendation

What an interesting novel. I highly recommend it to anyone in life questioning their own inner dilemma regarding morality and the relationships they have with others. Certainly a gift for those in their 20’s. It contains a number of silver linings that would most definitely benefit long term (and prevent any inevitable regrets). Fowles’ story is coupled with far too many insightful bits that it left me questioning absolute authenticity. Again, highly recommend. I don’t think you’d regret it.

https://amzn.to/3ccByHN

05/29

Books. Frozen yogurt.

Quite random at best, but it was time well-spent. The complete awe I was in, knowing that all of that was result of a spontaneous decision on my part. Probably one of the best decisions I’ve made in my life thus far. Very thankful for the experience.

your song

Your song, which I can only imagine would sound like an open flowerbed in the dusk of summer. The kind you’d often find yourself frolicking in where the air is clean and the petals stretch multiple miles, far outside the reach of vision.

Your song sounds what a tropical forest smells and some odd way taste like, with all its fruit and rainwater bliss. The kind that is rich and flavorful. Wildlife and all.

Your song, to me, is what I’d often catch myself playing on repeat to the end of all my days; a wonderful tune.

rain

It’s currently raining outside. I think most notice the smell. It’s pretty hard to forget. Smells a lot like metal and aged rust. Perhaps it isn’t the rain and more so the odor of wet mud and grass. After all it’s been recycle for millions of years and put back into the earth it rose from.

Beach (dream)

I remember there being tropical trees. It was night and the breeze of the night brushed onto me. Sand beneath my feet and the water swishing at just the right volume. Not too violent, not too soft. There’d been two clams off into the distance that I can only presume washed up on shore. It’s pearlescent surface glistened the moon off it’s shell. The other had been rotted, lifeless and been robbed of its pearl. Shortly after, the water carried it back into the sea. Not too long after, I woke up.

I wonder what it meant.

Getting it.

I’m a strong believer that we, as people, won’t really get it. From the time we can conceive our own thoughts to the last puffs of the air we breathe. No matter how established we consider ourselves, there’s always hints of ignorances within us. Life is given to us without much of a blueprint to see what works and doesn’t. We can try, but for only so long. Ya know?