Lonely People Are Like Nooooo I Love The Silence I Love Being By Myself And Then You Ask Them How Their

Planta tu propio jardín y decora tu propia alma, en lugar de esperar que alguien te traiga flores.

- Jorge Luis Borges

Mind palace

by saviourmifsud

My dad has a massive vegetable garden and it is his life. Whenever I ask how things are going, he tells me about the garden. Periodically he will text me a picture of the things he's harvested and ask when I'm coming to pick them up. And for a while, the biggest bit of garden gossip has been his nemesis, the gopher. This gopher was consistently ruining his day by pilfering the best of everything just before my dad could harvest it. Anytime I talked to him, all he had to tell me about was "that damned gopher." He dreamt about killing the gopher, his truest enemy. He tried to train the dog to hunt the gopher, but the dog is a pacifist. He led some of the barn cats to the holes, but the barn cats have unionized and refused his offered rate. He then laid no-kill traps (can't risk having poison near the crops) with eventual gophercide in mind, but then suddenly he was faced with a cute and terrified animal and didn't have the heart. He released it. "He was so scared, he'll never come back." The gopher was back the next day, with a vengeance. That was some weeks ago. Today, my dad sent me pictures of his garden, and I saw a squash gently laid by the gopher's hole, like a package left on the doorstep. I said "Dad, what's that squash doing there by the gopher hole?" He said "Oh, he likes squash best." In an effort to appease the gopher, my father now gives him a little squash everyday, like leaving an offering for a garden spirit. This apparently works well as a compromise; the gopher has stopped stealing, content to have his meals delivered to his door.

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“what have you been up to lately?” i don’t leave the house

— hannibal: S1E3

"See what you are. Don’t ask others, don’t let others tell you about yourself. Look within and see."

Sri Nisargadatta Maharaj

I mean

when we die i hope we become a part of the sky.

so everytime it rains, we are everywhere, we couldn't be when we were alive.