Old writings without a home
By Benjamin
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Lost
On a dark day in December I was lost. On a sunny evening on a bench in a train station in October I saw beauty but I was lost. In the arms of my family at Christmas I was lost.
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Art
Art burns. Art ignites with contemplation, silence, reflection and inspiration found in books and people.
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Infinity my home
Maybe I am testing something that I am going to invent. Maybe it is a punishment, a prison of ideas. Maybe there is a goal that we are trying to reach.
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