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Pokhara, Nepal. I woke up in the early morning of my 30th birthday puking and shitting in a hostel bathroom, mosquitoes bit my balls as I watched a giant spider nervously while in a sitting squat.
What's this all about anyway?
Fuck if I know. I don't even know how to jump. After an experience that had me terrified to do anything that might be perceived as inflating the ego, including any kind of narrative building about "myself." I'm saying fuck it and writing about MY special little subjective experience....cause this individual consciousness doesn't seem to be going anywhere, so I figure I may as well put it to use rather than keep sitting at home alone lamenting the fact that "I" exist.