Windmills Jungle

4.12.2015

4.11.2015

3.09.2015

Spend it all.

Spend.

Spend words.

Spend thoughts.

Do not accept to live on the surface.

Use all your energy to elaborate, to create, to make it extremely complicated.

Forget the "keep it simple".

Everything can be simple, still you can live it deeply and intensively.

Complicated means alive.

Make questions. Lots of.

Ask yourself difficult questions.

Force yourcelf on the long and winding path.

The steep climb gets to the heights.

Make it impossible to fall asleep late at night.

Impossible to close your eyes.

Impossible to neglet, to forget all the question marks hunting your mind.

Be inconvenient and say what you think.

Dare think what you really want to think.

Make it tough to wake up and smile.

Ask why.

Ask again. And again.

Seek truth. Accept the rarity of truth. Never give up looking for it.

Wear a mask, every day, and pretend to be a simple person.

Do not even think for a moment to become one.

Do not put yourself on sale.

2.21.2015

Mumble mumble..

A giant spiderweb, that's what everything is in the end.

A world of connections.

Everything linked to everything, nothing isolated, nothing for itself.

I've been trying hard and long to build my isolation. At least enought to understand that I can't help it.

I need to start working on my branches, to get them strong and willing for height.

Webs, branches, strings.

A labyrinth.

Actually, I've never been too keen to get lost in giant labyriths.

But that's what life is turning out to be, so I need to learn my way out.

I just hope time will be on my side.

2.08.2015

"She had the perpetual sense, as she watched the taxi cabs, of being out, out, far out to sea and alone; she always had the feeling that it was very, very, dangerous to live even one day.”
― Virginia Woolf, Mrs. Dalloway

1.31.2015

Torn Curtain in NYC

1.25.2015

The Cage of Freedom

From the very first moment you step foot in NYC you can feel it:

The place can actually swallow you in one bite. No time to think, to hesitate, to realise.

No way you can run, hide, or find a way to feel safe.

This city is going to eat you, anyway. Fecth you and put you behind golden bars of freedom and endless possibilities.

It's not only the blinding lights, the skyscrapers or the feeling that all the human beings of the world have gathered in that very street with you.

It's its air.

It's the smoke, coming out from the drains, reflected by those shining towers.

You are finally walking the streets of New York City.

It's been your dreams from years.

You're walking in a dream:

It feels so like the movies,

Still it also feels so unreal.

And, as in all good dreams, you also feel you don't belong there.

Not a new yorker. Everyone can see this.

The irritating feeling of being out of place.

Then why am I also feeling so at home?

I fit in.

Isn't this obvious?

I want to stay here.

Then why am I missing home so much?

"Did you like it?

Would you live there? " -

"Loved it.

But I think I couldn't live there. Not now.

It's a cage.

A cage of freedom.

You feel free, but you are in a cage.

The fact is that you get addicted to the city.. once in, you don't know how on earth it would be possible to live anywhere else.

It's a cage. Once in, even if the doors are open, you don't want to get out".