fog rolls through, devouring then revealing a quaint town.
The Vanishing [Haiku]
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there is no defect
in the sunflower that
cheers one’s spirits.
What’s the one luxury you can’t live without?
A luxury is, by definition, something one can live without.
As I said in reply to the prompt on quotes to live by, I’m with Epictetus when he says, “Contentment comes not so much from great wealth as from few wants.”
“A life mostly sunny with a chance of hail.”
ALT: “In my mind, no one can hear me scream… but somehow they know when my fly is down.”
My days are out of joint and shuffled up, and memories are pictures cast upon the floor, and rummaged through 'til chaos reigns, and I pick random recollections out of all the events ever to transpire. They seem no more my life than another's: a glance, a glimpse, a blank firing of mind, a wicked hope that truth will come to me. But all I see are monochrome mindscapes that could've been wrenched out of another mind, or made from AI's collage artistry to serve some distant master's deep wish to learn what hot-injected time does to a soul, and if shuffled scene stacks can make one whole?
1.) Good company; 2.) studiousness; 3.) a sense of humor, and 4.) the capacity to let go of that which has no value.