"This place is curious, this place is a non place. It’s not located in some secret corner of the soul, since there are no secrets; it’s actually devouring the entire inside, projecting itself on the outside… gaining substance, encouraging stings, thirst and hunger all around."
- Natura Principia
thinking on the build up in today’s world, it brings heavy thoughts troubling
my psyche oh so darkly (I know, it’s an oxymoron because I’m blonde); but
everyday is such a gorgeous day, so I disregard any obsession with this global
tension and threats of loosing ourselves most profoundly.
myself in the heights, those silent regions of my soul; and there I remember of
all thoughts and urges which lay asleep somewhere deep under my skin, in the
very elemental parts of me, the beauty of a human depth. Without any electronic
assistance, subliminal media messages or any other help of anything which
can be named sentient or prudent, I let myself go in the high atmosphere of
secrets. A region of weird glassy thoughts, they reflect and never absorb; as
if they’re alive and attempt to protect themselves from something: maybe from
oblivion, possibly from extinction or maybe from existence.
again it’s simple… suddenly I break hard in this black devil car of mine. This personal
race with myself to reach the next meeting in time is at stand still. I roam
the industrial areas in the city trying to forget my technocratic pretension to
eradicate the rust of the old city. I separate my view away from the urban
asphalt and I totally forget my capitalistic urge for creating paper.
I look up
in the cloudy sky so that I could present to that distant cloud a name, because
it resembles in my imagination as…