These questions are unrelated to one another on some days yet entangled and untangled one another on the other days. They are residues of my thoughts, research and making.

1. Where does this impulsive yet perpetual loving of mine come from toward whomever I encounter?
1. Which future of my humanity do I strive for?
1. How is grief shaped? 
1. I know we all wanna be understood regardless of languages. But is it ever possible though?
1. Is it true that everything is made of x, y, and z?
1. Where does my story go?
1.  Why do people want to “measure” and visualize mind by quantities?

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