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I don't know if it's true or not, but my 'thoughts' or 'life' seem pointless if I cannot find one permanent thing. Maybe that "e;one thing"e; is the eternal nature of transience? Truth is a loaded word. One of my favorite sentences in existence is the KDworld.net tagline: "e;It's like the truth, only real."e; Does it make any sense to strip my thought of conceit? My soul of guise? Am I just fooling myself anyway by writing by questing? Am I nothing but a poor, timid attempt at Don Quixote, protected by the faux-shield of a computer? Would I do better to throw down this enabling cyber-armor and take up this discourse in the streets?Being the Neo-Frivolist that I learned I am in writing, I wish to invite anyone to experience this as portal into a somewhat unrelatable consciousness as it looks out onto many things. This "e;consciousness"e; fears it will never be shared, seen, or remotely understood, but cannot bear the thought of not trying. This will not be a 'story' in the way we have come to think of them, but a glance into the -dare I say soul- of an entity that begs to be exposed. I promise to say something real or die trying! Of all the ridiculousVini, Vidi, Reliquit!