"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
I smell cold… the freeze outside is
leading me toward hibernation. Nostalgia truly is a strange thing. Look,winteriscoming...
All metabolisms work as if they don’t
work at all, the speeds of the city are much slower than the speed of light,
all perspectives of reality don’t change in a trance region like they do in
summer, nights are long enough to do everything what’s desired in them;) and
the little bear cubs, absolutely don’t care for anything at all.
Just like in every other season before,
we’re complicated yet again. We post reaction to each action, we foresee and
invent situations, we solve equations for each perspective at the same time
building plans within plans… We use words to describe ourselves and by
retelling stories we try to move things all around.
It seems to me as if most of us are
magically projected in large bodies with brand new minds:)
What we need is a courage to admit that
we’re completely out of control! We enjoy our liberties? Well aren’t we humans
all, we love revolutions!