Akashic Field


The time that hurts us — 2021/08/22

It's like time has hurt me, I tell you. Or maybe it's just the heat that weighs down my days. I find myself endlessly watching the clouds. If they are only moving, they end up coming back to the same shapes, puffed up like foam. Sometimes the sky is clear, occasionally grey, like a tornado, but the cumulus clouds take over at the slightest opportunity.


Me and the Akashic Field — 2021/08/08

Since I am old enough to write, I have wrapped myself in romantic currents and philosophical fables with passion. The ocean and the cosmos, the river and thought, the spiral of life and its annihilating mirror.