January 2, 2021

May 26, 2020

This is the time of the year people usually use to declare on social media how they continuously depend on others to confirm their own existence. This inability to deal (heal) (with) one self is also when a yearly balance is nothing more than a mere comparison of pseudo achievements and a misleading action of purge and grime facts. Gratefulness comes in silence, delicately declared in the sincere and altruistic arrogance of retribution.

December 26, 2019

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.


August 1, 2017

Allow, deservedly allow the commiserated context of others. Inconspicuous reality of truth and desertion. Best judgment of the inept and of the misfit. Truthful reality of mediocre majority of men, justifying the rare exceptional awaken man inside me.


August 26, 2016