Human Condition    


This site contains simple things. Do not overthink when engaging. If any feeling surfaces, inspect that feeling. And clicking the little circles, opens thoughts.


In the town of candlelit streets, the travelling soul finally ends its journey.

What returns is the echo of its life across time and space, like a ripple, fleeting.

And now it sleeps, and now it sleeps. Under the tree, round the corner, by the tea stall.

Here and now, the story unfolds...

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