Posted on: Logbook, Misc.Tagline: Pages from my logbook.Yesterday morning I watched a puddle drying up, taken by force by the sun's rays. A "necessary" violence to make room for the next puddle. Transformation is an act of rupture, and at this moment, I feel I am in a phase of transformation. Today I feel a bit like that puddle: a bit mortified, a bit disappointed, and a bit of a disappointment. Does evaporating mean failing?
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