I can see until there’s is no light left inside of you and still I don’t see beyond my own bones.
I think that’s because I don’t know what to see or even what to look for. Maybe I can see everything in others because i don’t take enough time doing the same medical therapeutic prescription on myself.
I see clearer than others except when I’m on front of the mirror.
There I enter a spiral of thoughts absorbing all my brain cells in the search of everything but me.
When I can control that void of me I can start to see fragments, reflections and blurs which from the skin create a perfect and clear vision of what I have made myself look to all of you. The bumps, imperfections, depressions and scars are meticulously cared with the pride of nostalgia or the arrogance of the achievement.
I am a reasonably resonant man and I have reasons to state it unequivocally when I can see it.
This conglomerate of intentions, doubts, and irrelevance from within can only be autism, maybe an advanced form of denial but still, autism.
the MONSTRUKTOR
