Philosophy of the Keexzus, No. 24: New Worlds
[January 1st, 2015]
It’s the 1st of the new year 2015. I don’t have an interpretation of its significance. Any emotions, opinions, judgments, are held at bay. Clarity exists. The morning as personified, sentient form seems to be clear. Perhaps that’s only an illusion.
Light traffic in the distance. A dog barks if only for a few seconds of its existence. The rest of the World sleeps. A trembling sickness somewhere in the corner of the world awaits its end. The leverage to create another world entirely, the sickening stench of past waits in the abyss. All worlds, all everything.