"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
are forming, new united efforts to overthrow this thick pollution in the mind. Voices
hollering of pressing matters, calling for insurgence, threatening to bring to
justice any form of common sense; apparently, a single trace of creativity is
unwanted, creativity is proclaimed as sedition to the united states
of me. I should be ignorant and treacherous to myself… at times, I really wish
gain is the lot, and as we speak information is erupting transforming into
possibilities, merging with time creating alternate perceptions. Uncountable numbers
need to be taken into account, now there’s a lot more to bargain. Guessing is
not welcome, precision and urgency are required. All senses sharpen in an instant
occult seduction, reaction is formed with an alchemist imagination… a shadow stands
long, and not only because it’s winter out there.
kite in the middle of the storm… you can’t judge him why he’s there!