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The mind’s a magnet but also a sieve, sometimes a dragnet with nothing to give. A mesh of iron — or is it fool’s gold? — attracts the ions of whatever it’s told. It scoops from the streams of wisdom and truth but catches jetsam — what’s floating ’round loose. Whoever may say “Well, that’s just not me!” — It will come, that day. Just wait and you’ll see.
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Jan 23, 2025
Jan 23, 2025 at 2:58 PM UTC
Mind mesh
The mind’s a magnet but also a sieve, sometimes a dragnet with nothing to give. A mesh of iron — or is it fool’s gold? — attracts the ions of whatever it’s told. It scoops from the streams of wisdom and truth but catches jetsam — what’s floating ’round loose. Whoever may say “Well, that’s just not me!” — It will come, that day. Just wait and you’ll see.
Inspired by this photo I took of the last remnants of the Staudenhof, a former East German apartment and shopping complex in Potsdam that had been used for low-income housing. It was torn down to make way for expensive new condominiums, erasing the memory of the place where less well-to-do families lived for decades. https://bsky.app/profile/jackgroundhog.bsky.social/post/3lggckmkzms22
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53/M/Potsdam, Germany
Jan 23, 2025
Jan 23, 2025 at 2:58 PM UTC
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