Day 307.

Day 284. I don’t feel time shifting at all until I catch how sad I appear in the mirror. I hate saying goodbye.

Day 284. The animal I've kept secreted in the crevasse is climbing; she grows stronger and more bold each time I am wounded.

Day 283. Have faith in the mystery of what is FELT that cannot be dissected, discussed, or destroyed.

282. I want to walk many worlds before I return home. 

Day 281. I am creating my own philosophy, watching the butterflies.

Day 278. I don't need to touch some one else to fish for that sensation: Hope!

Day 279. the girl i needed at some point, to protect me.

Day 280. Yes, that is true. No, it is untrue.

Day 277. As children, you play. As adults, you plan.

Day 276. You cannot get to the glitter if you're busy cleaning the grime. 

Day 277. Ways to Clear Your Cache.

Day 276. Today I’m wearing a sheer shirt and writing with an ink-tipped pen the color of Alaskian glaciers.

Day 275. The impression is worth more than the outcome.

Day 274. Who are you when no one is watching?

Day 273. If you were making love and drinking a $60 bottle of saké, it’s worth it.

Day 272. I crave exquisite solitude satiated by layovers in large cities.