Category: Raw brain

7:38 am. Eyes open. Thoughts come and go — noticeably lighter than before. As always, both arms resting on the windowsill, the full body receiving the sunlight. Looking at the sun, the sky, the whole of the trees — with warmth, a specific thought merges with me. Help. Help exactly as much as you are… — read more

6:27 pm. A holiday. Spending time without purpose. Woke from an hour-long nap. The sky is literally sky blue. A few fluffy clouds. Cut off from the past, cut off from the future — nothing is decided right now. Like a dandelion seed carried by the wind. Like a dry fallen leaf drifting with the… — read more

From 8am to 4pm — condition is good. From 4pm through the night — it drops. This cyclic shift in mood, thought, control, cognition. Two choices: adapt to it wisely, or break it. One must be chosen. Another thing — when I direct all perception and sensation toward the inner center point, sometimes a color… — read more

This brain of mine — connecting things that have no connection at all. You will soon disappear. Reckless association machine. — read more

Make all of the brain silent. And keep it silent — for something. For the next level. Keep it silent. Whether scattered or focused — it doesn’t matter. Be silent until falling asleep. This will be made for me. That is the only way. — read more

The reason I first began writing was to record my brain as it is — to express it, to let it out freely. But I notice, little by little, a growing hope that someone out there might resonate with this. And the more that hope grows, the more it may influence the original intention. So… — read more

A quick idea that came to me in the shower this morning — partly sparked by a Vinh Giang video I caught a few days ago. When we speak or act — any motor action, rather than sensory — it reaches perfection when it aligns completely with intention. If your goal is to get attention… — read more

10:28 am. At work. A customer hasn’t arrived yet — I was about to write something that came to me in the shower this morning, but something more important surfaced, so I’ll write this first. If you’re going to change — whether it’s taken 30 years or 50 — kill your old self completely. Do… — read more

I wake to find strong sunlight pouring through the window. As always, the moment I open my eyes, my bladder makes its demands — so I go straight to the bathroom to honor its appeal (at least as one part of my body), then return to stand at the windowsill, shirt off (I always sleep… — read more

Enough. Let’s walk. Walking is better. Chaos itself. My chaos. My chaos. My chaos — carefully, tenderly made by my own hands. My chaos, soon to disappear. Eternal forgiveness. — read more