/No quiero ver lo que pase todos los dias afuera/

Some days I just get stuck
In a surreal world between facts and fiction. past and present.
yes, I get attached. Yes, it happens a lot.

Like, when you don't want to read the last page of a book,
cause you know you 'll have to go back to your own life.
Or when you've had a certain song on repeat for hours
and it's no longer just a song but the soundtrack of your life.

When you flip through photographs
of what seems like past lifetimes,
even though the smell is still there.
ah. the smell.

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Randomness is indistinguishable from complicated,
undetected and undetectable order;
but order itself is indistinguishable from artful randomness.

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