Today is August 8th, 2025. And life is the bittersweet gradient between love and horror. Let's begin.
080925. In this paragraph, I'd like to assure you there is nothing wrong with you. The tricksters grafted an unnatural uncertainty in our souls to sell us jars of certainty at a premium. They convinced us we are lost at sea though we remain on solid ground. Sway not to the supposed ocean, but to the rhythm of your own heartbeat. We need no sails nor oars. We don't need their solutions. Be at peace.
081025. When I was young, I didn't understand what it was like to let go. I held on too tightly. I didn't allow myself much room. Absurdism offers room to breathe. There is a cost.
Also, thanks Albert:
Ehecatl (Classical Nahuatl): A pre-Columbian deity associated with the wind, who features in Aztec mythology and the mythologies of other cultures from the central Mexico region of Mesoamerica. He is most usually interpreted as the aspect of the Feathered Serpent deity (Quetzalcoatl in Aztec and other Nahua cultures) as a god of wind, and is therefore also known as Ehecatl-Quetzalcoatl. Ehecatl also figures prominently as one of the creator gods and culture heroes in the mythical creation accounts documented for pre-Columbian central Mexican cultures. Since the wind blows in all directions, Ehecatl was associated with all the cardinal direction. His temple was built as a cylinder in order to reduce the air resistance, and was sometimes portrayed with two protruding masks through which the wind blew. *Thank you, Wikipedia.