4th May, 2010.
When the child was a child, it was the time of these questions. Why am I me, and why not you? Why am I here, and why not there? When did time begin, and where does space end? Isn't life under the sun just a dream? Isn't what I see, hear, and smell just the mirage of a world before the world? How can it be that I, who am I, wasn't before I was, and that sometime I, the one I am, no longer will be the one I am?
The sound of lights when dim.
Ljudmila zhivkova.
Wall of fail.
Wolfram alpha.
Kohlberger.
Hermes (view 'i am a horse')!
Letters from men who watch pornography.