My dreams in the new year possess a fresh colour.
A new shade of existentialism shapes my mind. Forever. And then I started another book, reading.
We progress very slowly, towards the ever ridiculous.
Night wakes me up to tell of some fears it used to have
like that my mind wouldn’t have a voice anymore in
the next morning.
Yes, of course, I told you so. Being is different from life… however,
you cannot create in Nothingness –
though you really must try