It’s another Sunday morning as life rushes by. I have Spotify playing in the background listening to my classical radio with Ólafur Arnalds playing “Þú Ert Jörðin”. My espresso awaits as I begin to write about what ever comes to mind. I find it liberating to think out loud on paper so to speak. It’s of course much easier to just talk to yourself but I think its more meaningful to put it down on paper, as you have a record to maybe come back to. Not sure what I may gleen in the future from such self talk but it’s there not to be lost in the infinity of the mind’s memory.
Happy Sunday!
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The most Epicurean of pleasures!
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