tastes like nowhere, feels like everywhere.
"ஒரு நொடி எங்கு போகிறாய் என மறந்தால், மருநொடி எங்கே வேணாலும் போகலாம்." oblivion. something a mere mortal mistakes for enlightenment. not just being carefree. not just going crazy. it’s softer than that. weirder than that. the ways to reach it? uncharted. you don’t need a mountain. or a meltdown. humans keep chasing landscapes, but the shift was always insideous. like the third bite of a crispy grilled cheese—when it finally hits right. like that one frozen watermelon chunk that makes your teeth lose all faith in warmth. like a baby biting a lemon, frozen in perplex while someone’s camera captures “first contact.” it’s not that you belong here. but you definitely wouldn’t go back there. it’s not heaven. it’s not hell. it’s… a Saturday evening. no Friday fatigue. no Sunday dread. just now. bare and ridiculous and weirdly enough.