I am nothing.
I’ll never be anything.
I couldn’t want to be something.
Apart from that, I have in me all the dreams in the world.
- Fernando Pessoa (Álvaro de Campos - ‘Tabacaria’)
Walking this way and that way,People, people, peopleSolitudeFreedom
The power for [auto] destruction.
«What is real? How do you define real?»
in the end, what separates a man — from a slave?
Loneliness curses humanity. It make us run from one place to another, avoiding stopping and become aware of it. But then, there it comes a moment, just one single moment when everything is quiet… and it doesn´t matter where you are or what you are doing, either you are in front of a piece of paper or a computer or even a TV… and you feel there is nothing but yourself, that nobody will hear what you want to say or just nod about what you are feeling at that moment. And then you desire the rush of everyday, to escape from the fact that you were left alone with your consciousness in a vast universe that has no answer, no question, no voice, for you.