Unintelligible
Maybe I think too much, maybe I don’t think at all, or maybe I unthink everything. But I always take delight in twisting and bending a person’s mind for being able to understand what is being thrown to the conscious person who is trying to percieve what is being conveyed to him.
And that is not supposed to make any sense of any sort.
That indeed is the purpose.
A moment of illogicity.
A break from the orderliness around us that we succumb to each day.
