From the depths of the young years – those of the mystery of a thousand lives
The art of dealing with mechanics and chaos.
I’m here and, at the same time, I’m not here already.
Sometimes you succeed — for an instant — you remember
Going back and moving forward sometimes blend.
It happens to me often, and in places considered the most boring. Today, it happens here.
Seeing what matters, and being prepared for it, may require to see through some artifacts.
When doing, I need to be. When being, I need to do.
Perennial chase — of goals without purpose
It seems to have been a life — Maybe it was