I listen to The Tallest Man On Earth. This is because of him.
He is gone away. He is thousands of kilometers from me. He has a girlfriend who he loves, who he adores; whose hair he brushes from her porcelain cheeks. That will not be me.
All I have is a few hours of driving, beaches, records, and memories which will never cease to haunt the happiest corners of my brain.
the ocean of consciousness
(where each stream of consciousness eventually leads to)
submit your stream of consciousness here.
what is a stream of consciousness?
1. a literary technique that presents the thoughts and feelings of a character as they occur
2. the conscious experience of an individual regarded as a continuous, flowing series of images and ideas running through the mind
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