"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
Tomorrow never comes until it’s too
late, all mistakes are already expedited into full reality. And this madness
rules the deviant residue of thoughts as a consequence of this moral
corruption, a madness that can never be undone. In the heat of the summer, jacked
affection for living remains, twisted as it is, perverted to the bone, only
another form of stability.
Years by now mark this living on the
edge, occult dancer maintaining steady balance on the steep ridge of life,
choosing willingly insomnia that also can’t be undone. Because days are way too
bright, and nights are only short for what needs to be done. Actions have
erased any trace of lines, and what lies ahead can’t be taken into account,
nothing is predictable anymore, it beckons… all awaits undreamed.
In the forgotten need for silence of my