The nonsense path

The true endless bags of dirty laundry surfaced yesterday from the mythological character filling some other bags. I can imagine the smell of the bags of laundry, washing powered and heat in a huge lavatory. This smell reminds me the smell of New Delhi. For whoever was once in Delhi this smell is unforgettable. What other unforgettable smells I know:
- The smell of the bread after it stayed for one day in a bag where before was a smoked fat pig piece for few weeks
- The smell of Axe cheep deodorant in a bus full of school age boys traveling for the first time out of the communist block
- the smell of formol when we dissected a frog for one of our school projects
- the smell of mountain air combined with the smell of train when I was traveling with my parents on childhood

I need to choose one of them: I choose the smell of mountain air and train. It's a happy smell, the mountains where always there but we where just crossing them in the train. I remember the excitement of crossing the mountains when going to see my grandmother .... for me was the hole point of the trip, the 30 minutes while I will get to see the mountains, and breath the air. After I started going more and more often to the mountains this smell disappeared but still got it's memory.

I end here: the smell of the mountains from an old train window. 

The sand bag is the notion of something impermanent, something useless. It must the new notion of the mythological character sentenced to fill the bag without end. I try to find who he was ... my search raveled nothing in the first pages of Google, yes Google must be a kind of a sand bag ... endless also, or I think more that is king of trash bag. Yes, the endless trash bag: Google.
Still endless the mighty Google showed one interesting staff: the endless bags of dirty laundry. A creative blog about something but not the laundry bags .. I fell disappointed ... maybe I should start the blog: the true endless bags of dirty laundry, with the tag line: All other are fake.
So again in my non-quest I find a new topic for the next time: the true endless bags of dirty laundry, all other are fake.

I am confused because I swim in the swamp of illusions. I will not try to go in circles, how to avoid this? I started from the nonsense and I arrive in the swamp of illusions by the way of confusion... now it's easy not to turn back .. but when I will be further how can I do it? rules .. I almost fall in the temptation of adding rules, we add rules to everything around us, the nonsense as I see it has no rules. So this means that I can go in circles? a perfect circle is not possible, but turning back to the same point it is .... so I must assume I am going in some kind of spiral, a degenerated spiral.
Back to swamp of illusions before writing I know the end of the post: the sand bag. I don't see the connection yet maybe it should be like this. Since there are no rules and I refuse to think my expression ends in a sand bag.  

At first it was the nonsense and other followed, small, big, fat, ugly or beautiful. They all followed walking in one straight line. Order in the world 'the one' shouted: the commandments, the book of thoughts, the life, all should walk the same path. No dreams, no ... no thinking ... yes this is what it is. This blog is an exercises of not thinking, but in the same time thinking .. Confused? not more then me. Who is me and why I am confused. I am confused because I exist. I am confused because I swim in the swamp. The swamp of what? negativity? happiness? illusions?
Yes is illusions: I am confused because I swim in the swamp of illusions.