The No Name Diary

‘All people are different dimensions of the same reality’ said the master on that park bench.

‘Even from a distance your dimension begins to interact with theirs, you see them, then once that thoughts start to form the situation, sometimes a thought which exists in some sort of free form between the two of you both, until you come close…’

The master trailed off.

Start writing…

Kids man, kids, and apathy and fear, then the purring Ice, then slicing the Aloe Vera, to make a remedy. Tonight slicing it differently.