Another day passes and I can't help but wonder
I wonder about the nature of the world, I wonder about the
nature of my thoughts, I wonder about the nature of my body,
my mind, and nature itself.

People I see show me different aspects, conversations I hear
fill my mind with  more voices, and voices overlap each
other, like waves, my thoughts, their words, my photos, the
world.

Sometimes I try to organize them; I put them into piles-
Once I would organize them to piles by subjects, once I
would pile them by how objective they are, I tend to just
pile them all one on top of each other, just so all the
edges would pretend to fit.
Just so there will be a bit more room in my head.

A lot of the times my wondering reaches a point where I
wonder if other people wonder as much as I do, if other
people have this sea in their head, if other people see the
things I see, and how does it fit in their piles.
Maybe other people don't need to pile up things; it's all in
nice drawers.

I wonder, I really do, if people around me wonder what the
hell is running around them- sometimes I wonder if they
wonder what I am wondering.

I don't think people understand my wondering. But maybe
that's just because I can't explain them, maybe I just don't
try enough.

Maybe...

29/07/06