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What do you do in that moment when you realise that you got it wrong.

Void where a hope.

Feeling angry, or devoid of some space for yourself, and the others you care for.

Wasting time sketching a theory of otherness.

Seeing it faked by the alternative scene, the looks have become entangled with aspirational gestures of grandeur. But there is no substance.

Walking along the streets at night, you would understand the isolation and desperation of the hermit, enclosed in its individual isolation. Light has become a moment of chance, upon which you stumble.

Void where a hope was to be found, a piece of an answer, or a moment of enlightenment. None of them to be found.

You might think that the act of a hand, the act of kindness is also a form of intelligence, a social alliance of sorts. In hands lays empty a hope of fullness. And so the binary begins.


I am tonite thinking about the boldness and inevitability of the future, that special moment of engagement with fate, or what one wants to become.

The face that to looks at the future into the face, is to be on the edge of hope, forever to be dissapointed. The drama of optimism. The curse of pessimism.

In this way, we can all put to rest those numbing thoughts, those that create the habits of hell, as per the screen phone.

Anew is to conform a new set of rules. A new set of habits. As they do span time they do span consciousness and our ways of perceiving the world. A way of seeing it with which I feel disappointed. There must be more to life than this.

Simon I don't want to die with the music in me

An so, a bit of melodrama paints the picture of hope and pain, moments of solitude in the face of the storm to be faced calmly, with elegance and relentless hope. An opportunity to embellish the pain of intellectual isolation and oblique sensibility.

In that ally, in that bent corner has appeared someone two hundred years after, who unknowingly has found the dark of the darkest places, and can relate to that stream on light coming from that door ajar.

A door from the future to the present. It could not be anyway else.