makes sense that this is how women do their whole disiyai act.

it has some truly magnificent arches under it.

I keep thinking about how it's all cycles, but ones we never get to relive ourselves. all that I am someone else has been. all that I have been I will never be again.

what we are, where we are, that we are... it's all just worryingly temporary. perhaps thankfully temporary.

again and again I am struck by the understanding that nothing is ever truly permanent. this thought that everything simply ebbs and flows, rises and sets, appears and fades... it almost bothers me?

Just discovered another soulful banger that I'd never heard - José José's quiero perderme contigo.