anthropologist

I feel like I was an anthropologist in an old Victorian multi level house.

I feel like I was searching for answers amongst the artefacts and trinkets.

I stumbled into the basement which was full of Jungians, Buddhists and quantum physicists (and a few Taoists and comedians).

They had a big book called “The meaning of life”.

Outside we’re pink mountains and behind the mountains were more questions, moving away forever.

For the first time I felt I had got answers.

Like I was in the sub strata of life.

Why am I writing this?

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