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f*ck colorado
Sunday, January 09, 2005
 
what is important to attend to?
I also liked to sit for hours humming to myself and twirling objects or dribbling sand through my hands at the beach. I remember studying the sand intently as if I was a scientist looking at a specimen under the microscope. I remember minutely observing how the sand flowed, or how long a jar lid would spin when propelled at different speeds. My mind was actively engaged in these activities. I was fixated on them and ignored everything else.


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