The happy place

Some nights I can't sleep at all.

I drank a dr.pepper today because it used to be my favourite, but it didn't taste nothing. That's a bit sad but not too much. Like an opposite gilded edge put on this day but no worse than that.

Now I'm thinking, because that's usually why I sometimes find no sleep. I've got a raching mind. So instead of sleeping now I think about how fascinating I find composts to be. They are warm and there's decay in them. And death of course; death is in the composts. Just dead pieces of rotting animals and also vegetables but at the same time they (the composts) are warm and full of life; white maggots and flies and that's only what can be seen with the eyes: There's obviously a lot going on in there. Specifically it's the circle of life in all of its disgusting beauty, when the dead is feeding the living and the shit turns to soil forever.

so yes that's an interest of mine. The exact process on a biological level doesn't interest me so much, but the philosophical process does.

I'm somewhat of a philosopher you see. I try to make sense of this world, but I keep failing.

But I keep trying nonetheless.