"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
browsing through the modulations of my radio, carefully listening in an attempt
to decipher the static. Receiving indistinctive sounds, inconclusive in their
chaotic vigor; waves upon waves scratching their way to me, dissolved into the
air. Dialect of a mystical ancient madness forever forgotten in some naive
past, long before we realized the concept of mixing tenses. Form of speech from
a thirsty silhouette, located nowhere, existing out of time; sending me message
in a bottle, a silent secret of some sort, secret told to no one, never heard by
anyone. Region full only with truth beyond intellect, an essence of every
religion invented by man, metaphysical axiom of existence… pursue of every true
alchemist of the heart!
Now I know that thought is no longer a thought, because
it’s transformed into a feeling, deeper urge…