"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
mindless process in the abandoned spaces of my braking heart. In these
despicable foundations of my emptiness where everything is against what’s left,
heroes, not thieves, stand trial for their criminal… when crime becomes a
matter of opinion. Reason changes as I walk through my ages, marking everything
that I am, what I’m supposed to be. But changes benefit me more than often;
they open possibilities for the new by betraying the past, sometimes with
infidelity to others, often by fading of some old expectations of my making into mists of forgotten miseries. In
most cases, this spiral of necessary betrayals doesn’t diminish me in front of
the darkness bringing ruin; my depravity in the reasoning is far beyond any accepted
classification of contrasts, for I walk a thin line somewhere between nobility
and corruption, achieving neither in full throttle. And now, when the tide is
high, my allies inexorably gain strength in numbers.
again, I am who I am, what I am… an honest provoked consequence of myself,
striving toward totality in freedom of being.