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.

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