Leaving speaking to Sen’s not so bad a call, long as you’ve an hour or three to tune out the rest of the wide world, let yrself fall into his yarning. He’s got a knack for it, that one. Always did And credit to Wilco, I figure that one thrives upon complications
Can’t say the same for myself. You’re dead on about me, sayin I lean toward the simple. Takes work getting there, mind, batting through what’s complex, so it is and it ain’t simple keeping simple, if that makes a lick of sense Took years getting the tangles out from myself. Peeling em out still, I don’t doubt.
I’m getting toward saying it ain’t no stain on you, the complications. Hard to overcomplicate what’s a mess from the start, right? In particular as it persists on growing messier each year
Here, so, what’re you, who’s Vitaly in simple terms? From the sounds of it, friend and appreciator. Ukrainian, well-traveled. Capable of enduring God Hisself in his furies and The Longer’s diatribes. Prone to falling into cogitations, a man seeking answers
Something like a philosopher yourself, aye? Meditative, poetic yr own way. So there’s one name for you, Ovid.
And another, Tavi.
Not claiming that one’s creative on my own part, mind. Think on it like a matter of eh vibes, like musicality in speaking. It’s got a good sound to my mind. And it’s got its meaning, even if theres no dictionary tells it.
Better no dictionary tells it, maybe; leaves room for your own self.
Same’s true with any name a man takes on himself or lets in, or finds tossed his way. Like said, I don’t take a lot of names from outside, never know the thorns thrown in em waiting to prickle, right? Don’t often like the sound of em, neither.
So it’s a rare thing, hearing one I like
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If we meet, you and I Or let me put it when we meet, call me Vevay, I’d like to hear it said
It’s no small thing by the by, being a friend. Nor dismissable, appreciating what’s around you. Not many bother or care to give it a go, busy looking elsewhere
Give us a specific. What’s something beautiful you’ve seen, what’s its beauty?
Further, putting aside complications, never mind about realism or otherwise, what’s one thing you want for yourself? Given all of time and resource and telling logic to get fucked, what’s one thing you’d do?
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That’s me, posing questions before I’ve answered your own
Am I happy. Loaded question, that
Wouldn’t say I’m in misery. Better off now than when I started, that’s sure, and compared to most I’ve no grand cause for whinging these days. Any trouble I’ve got to bear’s what comes of living. Same goes with questions unanswered
I’ve got my fulfillments, that’s something, and most times what’s good or at the least tolerable outweighs the [ … ] fuck’s the word, malaise, that. Got ways to keep my own self steady, mostly.
[ … ]
Ain’t the same as being happy, truth. Don’t know I can say I’m that, not on the overall. But like it’s said, that’s living, and if I’m given the choice of looking on what alleviation’s possible and given, or of entertaining a 24/7 stare-off with the void, guess I’ve made my choice and mean to make it til my end of days
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Can’t say the same for myself. You’re dead on about me, sayin I lean toward the simple. Takes work getting there, mind, batting through what’s complex, so it is and it ain’t simple keeping simple, if that makes a lick of sense Took years getting the tangles out from myself. Peeling em out still, I don’t doubt.
I’m getting toward saying it ain’t no stain on you, the complications. Hard to overcomplicate what’s a mess from the start, right? In particular as it persists on growing messier each year
Here, so, what’re you, who’s Vitaly in simple terms? From the sounds of it, friend and appreciator. Ukrainian, well-traveled. Capable of enduring God Hisself in his furies and The Longer’s diatribes. Prone to falling into cogitations, a man seeking answers
Something like a philosopher yourself, aye? Meditative, poetic yr own way. So there’s one name for you, Ovid.
And another, Tavi.
Not claiming that one’s creative on my own part, mind. Think on it like a matter of eh vibes, like musicality in speaking. It’s got a good sound to my mind. And it’s got its meaning, even if theres no dictionary tells it.
Better no dictionary tells it, maybe; leaves room for your own self.
Same’s true with any name a man takes on himself or lets in, or finds tossed his way. Like said, I don’t take a lot of names from outside, never know the thorns thrown in em waiting to prickle, right? Don’t often like the sound of em, neither.
So it’s a rare thing, hearing one I like
[ … ]
If we meet, you and I Or let me put it when we meet, call me Vevay, I’d like to hear it said
It’s no small thing by the by, being a friend. Nor dismissable, appreciating what’s around you. Not many bother or care to give it a go, busy looking elsewhere
Give us a specific. What’s something beautiful you’ve seen, what’s its beauty?
Further, putting aside complications, never mind about realism or otherwise, what’s one thing you want for yourself? Given all of time and resource and telling logic to get fucked, what’s one thing you’d do?
[ … ]
[ … ]
That’s me, posing questions before I’ve answered your own
Am I happy. Loaded question, that
Wouldn’t say I’m in misery. Better off now than when I started, that’s sure, and compared to most I’ve no grand cause for whinging these days. Any trouble I’ve got to bear’s what comes of living. Same goes with questions unanswered
I’ve got my fulfillments, that’s something, and most times what’s good or at the least tolerable outweighs the [ … ] fuck’s the word, malaise, that. Got ways to keep my own self steady, mostly.
[ … ]
Ain’t the same as being happy, truth. Don’t know I can say I’m that, not on the overall. But like it’s said, that’s living, and if I’m given the choice of looking on what alleviation’s possible and given, or of entertaining a 24/7 stare-off with the void, guess I’ve made my choice and mean to make it til my end of days
I'm all right enough, that's an answer.