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I have always prided myself of being compasionate. Something I have very much lost.

We in our current society, many times we forget about what is important, or relevant. The moment of solidified substance...Now.

It is extraordinary the times we spent or that I spend in self pity, or complaining about what I do, when I have always considered my self to be a privileged person.

There is this bending of common sense currently. A really hard, metallic mesh that produces severe confusion. It is interesting how can one become blind, forgetting what is to be alvie, or what is worth living.

Death is obviously there, but it never comes...

I am missing my family and the idea of the bow, or an ultimate connection or interlacing, intertwining.

I miss the times when I was with Ainhoa thinking of how fun life can be, with very little.

Crisis are times to rethink the present. Some persevere and other bend in directions of self-betterment, which is the only way to truly change the world. From within.

Being sad is a bad trait, and is truly an abrasive agent. Solitude enhances this, as well as unacceptance.

Over the years is easy to cast a shadow in the light of betterment, or our truly self, that which hopes to live fully.

Over the years I have realised that the soul can be easily docilized, bending our real hopes and will. It is easy to then carve a cave to make a sadness repository, where one can place all that is dirt. Call it books, call it full moons.


Books are these spaces of solitude that allow for scape and projected realities, hope, projected futures. They are like windows, which function as holes in the fabric of our everyday. If you spot him looking through...It is an expression of his willingness to leave, to be displaced from his current misplacement towards an imaginary landscape, that of the exterior.

This exteriority is vital, and unwinding in the flatlands will make clarity flourish to make you regress back to you, to a place where you can live the present, or the embodiment of your feeling and thinking substance. What a beautiful world; embodiment, and yet so enigmatic or opaque.

This glasses that you are wearing...take them off. They will allow for the light to penetrate your retina, bounce off your soul and expel your very yourness to the world, which most obviously flees away from these ideas of arrogance, reclusion, pride, expectations and ambitions. A life with no anxieties.
For a minute lets stay with this image of the opaque, look trough it.   What can you see?