Our rights, our wrongs.
“What’s on your mind?”
Sometimes, it can be rather humbling to acknowledge the presence of a series of letters and numbers, letting ourselves be dictated by vague one-liners that, by hook or by crook, must be made up of under 140 characters (and not just because). And yet here I am, retreating into a cave that every hermit is wont to live in, toying with the near-utopian idea of live and let live.
Oh, if only I could give keywords to what has been going on in my life. I feel them on the verge of tumbling out of me like falling (and fallen) Lego pieces. Building blocks hardly make sense when they are not whole; meaningless and incomprehensible even by themselves.
Being a being is certainly not at all easy, but maybe it is better to say nothing at all.