Inconspicuous feeling made from the absent being and the abandoned city • all that is true becomes deeper and stronger enhancing thoughts of a new conundrum • a new melody echoes in the last space between white noise and bodily memories • smell, touch, bite, grab, kiss, envisions • all that is old renews itself by the lack of presence • communication • nothing • silent • solvent morning
January 4, 2019
Troubling, within a vivid sensation of the exact human demise. People (all) tend to use all kinds, and new ways of excuse, every time they are summoned to the participatory event of choice: dodging, deflecting, dramatising, are just a few I have lived recently, while standing by the storefront of social interactions. Objectively, people continue to live only to other’s view, patching the holes of ethics and virtue with presumption, lack of dignity and therefore, the lack of actionable decisions. This could be inverted but instead they choose being the shallow grain of dust they pretend not to be as long as they are not shaken to pieces by me.
December 7, 2018
The equal difference of humans, a treaty on collective progression as a species and the manipulated states of the world in between.
January 12, 2018
My only hope is made of doubt on how to become full of love by the simplest being I know of, me.
Everybody, blames my existence by telling me how important I am to them, but no one (until now) understands how exactly they feel besides that dependence on my coherence and self knowledge. They egotistically need my existence to become valid through me.
I work so hard to become so much to others that I foresee a very lonely demise.the MONSTRUKTOR
August 1, 2017