"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
walk barefoot, trying to get anywhere, elsewhere. Upset by unknown forces, this
strange murmur in my gene pool becomes my only guide. Subtle gentle whispers reaching
surface, cues of somebody else’s memories, inherited fruits of ancient
knowledge, engraved faith, reminders to be human above all else. Senses
sharpen, warmth reaches peaks and Arcadian feelings come to rise, they become
thick, gain substance and achieve form; imposing themselves and claim dominion
in this hectic excerpt of life. So agitation is subversively transformed into
excitement, when the soul wants only what’s good for her.
this soul knows only too well...elsewhere is where I am – an asset worth any treasure. So, I bite a lip…