Life is not as it should be. I dream of wars and odyssies. I dream of ages of despair and painful clarity. Of times of eternal night and infinite distances. I dream of deserts in the outer space, far from anywhere... I dream of life and death beyond the borders of the horizons, of love for the unknown. I dream of the desperation of the mind and the lust for eternal life.
Humanity was a fugitive philosopher. Now it is a futile commuter. Where the fuck is the time machine they promised?
Thursday, December 7, 2006
On Eternity Without Popcorn...
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