Conducting conversations seems to

I like how the course of history goes.
Personal history of all and everyone.
A million events, thoughts, people around are interconnected by one single, an eternally constant element-you. Whatever roles you play throughout your life – it’s still you, your experience, your perception and your misfortune to be where you have been, and do what you did.
And everything is always repeated time after time.
First -class remakes of their own films.

I like the repeatability of events.
It’s like in The Stanley Parable – the narrator is ready to tell only one story, and you are trying to make another from it all the time.
It also happened that, doing everything that he did before, the game turns everything into * programmed * new, as if hinting that the repeatability of the actions is not equal to the repeatability of events.
And really.
If I had my will, I would only live the same events, but in other scenery, with other people, other background of the meaning of my location where I would be.
A sort of experiment, as in The Butterfly Effect: to see which future this or that action will lead.
Perhaps there is some sense in this.

– Mom, mom! – the child shouts joyfully and points to the window with his finger, – look, “Vanyushkina sweets”! Let’s buy! Well, please!
– Mom, mom! – the child shouts joyfully and shows a finger at the window, – look, the “magic railway”, which! Well, please!
– Mom, mom! – the child shouts joyfully and shows his hand at himself – everything will be fine! Yes, mom? Well, please ..
He will never receive either cookies, no railway, or something good, because his, this child, simply does not exist.

And it is absolutely uninteresting https://nonukcasinosites.co.uk/ to think that, where, when.
Who, where, why.
No one is to blame.
(no, serious: no one is to blame; just leave me alone from those who are to blame)
Do nothing.
Exist only in one’s own fantasies.

This obsessive idea of ​​creating some, in principle, is not able to exist, in which those two who want to move out of this annoying, useless, meaningless noise cannot refute.
An attempt in a number of times is strong, but not enough.
Attempt number two – knockout, but the idea will survive the body.
Silence and surface within familiar walls.
Peace and unlimited emotional excitement.
Complete trust and meager idea of ​​how otherwise.
Search over and over again – over and over again players want to find new expirins in other, more quickly understood games.
And what am I?
Lonely somehow.
The shine of the boots is forgotten.

Everything is more complicated and difficult to be serious. Seriousness is a good, useful, good, necessary, but I want to fall into it only when the spinal indicator of attention on its own person shows green light (thanks to Sam for the analogy). Otherwise, this is a circus – with an important person to say important things to important people, so that it is important to nod (at best; at worst – a surprised not fully conducted catapulting of the eyebrows and another question regarding what, brother, strength and meaning) and went further to be important.
In a circle.

Another circus: to be obvious to everyone a clown, laugh loudly (be sure to follow the corners of their own eyes and throwing his head back – otherwise they will be drawn) and do not blow about everything and the whole. Because clowning attracts those who are not too bored for such activity, but at the same time endlessly distracting all those who are so attracted.
A great occasion to preserve your autonomy is beautiful and not as categorical as a simple Russian message to forever relevant organs. : 3
If there is strength to at least some more stupid game.

The girl had already gone to bed sat and laughed.
I think she still does not sleep.
Beautiful hands, charming smile, expressive eyes, excellent sense of humor, ideal attitude to life.
“This is another question – who exists and who is not,” she said then.
All of you have their own picture in your head about the eternal “What, where, when?”, Which is infinitely truthful and infinitely far from the real.
And it does not matter at all what clarifying words I will write to outline the image of this girl in more detail.
Tell a lot of stories.
Create it as an actual unit in this little world of my letters.
It makes no sense at all.
As well as any words and actions in space where there is no place for other words and actions.

And so it turns out.
You conduct conversations with someone, but still it turns out only a continuous “seemingly”.