What 'which marks my life? Or at least, what is' that beats my days?
hundred tanks freestyle every morning?
Mille keys behind a monitor?
A million words?
A billion thoughts?
Or maybe my days come to an end thanks to a single thought?
Maybe not always the same: a thought. One at a time.
One thought after another build something that I do not know, I try to imagine mediating the expectations and anxieties, stirring with excitement and distraction reflection, weighing carefully the incentives and making sure to discard the guilt and fear. Bon
: two words of little meaning and little sense just to say that every time I update the blog:)
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