Like a little lost kid I flip tabs of webpages littered across the vast expanse of space called the internet, looking for some map that will lead me home or somewhere, whichever is nearer.
Ambivalent.
Delirium passed me by on the steps leading down to the FC earlier, and I suppose that's the reason why I'm feeling halfway between obnoxiously happy and seriously depressed right now. Or it's the after-effect of listening to the story of the butcher (who was reincarnated as a cellphone vendor in this age) and the many other koans.
And I hope that you don't interpret this like the younger monk did.
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