Life as a whole, is entirely shaped by an infinity of fleeting little striking details. there is then so little space left. It feels like we could stay indefinitely engaged, capturing every speck of light, every shade of black that materializes pieces of us all, and thus no longer finding time to feel pain. So, let's pause with solitude as a close friend, for us to be whole, and authentic. Within this silence that it speaks, there lies what we have done, what we dream of, and what truly drives us. As reality fades away, rules distort and in a chaos of forms that only find their meaning in this fully owned space where no danger exists anymore, they vanish. The emptiness there, and us, here.
