Vignettes of Fire

Know my wings.

Heyoka's open diary. Entrench yourself in the incoherent, frenetic miasma of noise that pours from an inflamed mind. Much like visual art, writing tangibly realizes otherwise intrusive ruminations.

In the hollow absence of an internal voice, the Fire innervates its recipients with jolting multisensory apparitions that are perceived externally. It flows with its own authority through the penmanship of a vessel. One cannot take ownership of such insights. However, an idea is only as powerful as its reach; the least we can do is publicize them and set them free.

Most entries consist of either stream-of-consciousness creative writing, meditations, dream journalling, ideas, hyperfixation diatribes, notes from personal research as well as encounters with the human animal and all its effects.

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