#Valentine Pilman

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moreфон2019 day 11

Seems like I broke my little toe. The very same one I've already broken couple of years ago. The very same way. It hurts as fuckin' hell. My foot starts to swell and I can barely walk. But nevermind. When the first wave of pain went down a bit a thought about a shell and a funnel popped up in my mind. You know, a saying about two shells that can't hit one funnel. And sometimes I think: Cool. Why?

What is forcing second shell pass the funnel and go somewhere else? It's like a secret mechanism beneath the surface of reality operating all these shells, toes, coincidences and mismatches. You know, I was so overwhelmed with the part of Rosdside Picnic where Valentin Pilman's telling Richard Nunan about statistical abberations occuring around refugees from the zones of visits. Yep, you can think of radiation impact, mutations, ilnesses and things alike but there we are talking about people affecting reality in some bizarre way. This was so breathtaking and mindblowing! So... Just take a minute and try to imagine the forces that regulate these events... These cosmic mechanisms, these clocks of creation... And get your mind blown!