"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
The core of the
thought has become an egg, warped and twisted alone in itself, by itself. Like a trap in
time, lost in the high grass, exiled in the ferocity of the wind; it forgot to dream, forgot about desires. Where were all those things which made it what it really was, a planet on its own?
Surrounded by an inconceivable world left in atrophy, with ground made out of hot tar; created solely to keep him
chained to the ground never allowing him to experience those heights for which he
dreamed sometime in the past. As if he was a lion with a lost leg and
frightened pride. A reminder that anyone can sleep, anyone can dream… blessings
forbidden only to him; never to dream, at least never again.
Airplanes are losing
the altitude, and from the thunders you can’t see the Sun. Ships are lost among
the huge waves; and the water is never bright, just blurring into gray. The
image in the mirror speaks while the man stands in silence, then again… the man
doesn’t even exist anymore.
Bring me a wrath, take
me to ruin... quake the essence in me, destroy the very fabric of... ME!