Time is inconsequential on a day where sense and nonsense collide & intermingle with the radical & the logical. history repeats in a meaningful way which proves to me that I have moved on, ready for the next big thing. I have found that the clues left seem increasingly ambiguous enough to leave me not caring about wondering any more. What will be, will be & there will be enough to share when the time comes, so I’m not fretting about the will to live, or the lack of it. There’s more to be said, but you don’t understand this so far. Adieu.
non bis in idem
