salem and palomino

what is existence? the futility of it is highly questionable and yet entirely believable: we are conceived from an entirely selfish act, we are incubated, we are born, we live, and we die. the cycle never repeats. it happens once and then just as the dust seems to settle, it all disappears.

we are all simple oceans of words in which we drown each other in.

that's all i have for now.