The stream of being

I tell X I don’t want to think anything anymore, I just want to drift along the stream of being. What’s the point of thinking when I don’t even know how to start? Better not to think, I say. No ties, just drifting along the stream of being… That means you have to leave me alone, I say, there’s nothing here for you. So this is goodbye, I say, just turn around, I’m drifting away from you, down the stream of being…

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