User:Russell Whitefield/sandbox

This is pretty absurd. Like this entire situation. Self -Discipline. I'm very spread out. So many stories I can't focus on any of them. Planting a seed. What a language game this is. Suffering with someone, each experiencing the same suffering, and then they tell you they've found a way out. They know your pain and have found a way out. Language games are very tricky. They are not the end. The end is somewhere else. Never here. I tie a yellow thread around her finger. I tell her it connects us to each other. The thread isn't long enough.