The raw and the cooked

This week I did something completely unusual by chatting with an 18 year old chap on a platform. He was mature and told me that intellect should not be defined by age. That was a wise statement and reminded me of this raw side of myself when I was his age. I went to sleep with a smile, happy having come across someone who, despite pretending being completely fucked up, is quite sharp-edged and will no doubt embrace a bright future. Such a defined personality will never be able to go unnoticed. People like him are made to stand out and should never try to fit in in any way. I just hope he does not give into pessimism or start creating his own hindrances on his path to success. Dark thoughts can only lead to dark habits and subsequently to a miserable life. The future will tell if he is smart-ass enough to understand this.

I also got to exchange with a guy called Vinesh who only took selfies. He seemed to be nice at first and then disappeared without leaving any trace. I need to thank him for keeping me grounded by making me realize what these types of platforms are for; an arena of people showing off their physical aspects, a meat market which leaves very little space for la bienséance . Forgetting this would be perilous and I think that, a few months down the road, I am finally figuring out what I am doing there. The cooked and formatted part of me being in search of a lost illusion, this process has been necessary so far in my healing. One tends to tread on strange paths on the way to redemption. Always stick to ground rules and have fun when you need to have fun. The body needs to be respected as much as it needs to be celebrated, it's up to me to find the balance.

The raw and the cooked Ash, the devil's own ;)