Fragments of a feverish daily life...

Words spinning out of control. A mind in constant explosion. A desperate, involuntary faith chasing after answers. A crossfire of lost lives. Eternal longing for a day never lived. The sheer rage!

With trembling hands raised to the heavens, the sweet old lady sitting in the waiting room tries to make sense of the mental fog that’s settled in. A few hollow words, pointless tears, and finally, a vacant stare. She blacked out... In that split second, the world ceased to exist.

Fragile human.

Without even realising it, I start thinking about the future and try to see myself in that same flesh.

Why?

Everyone’s trying to figure it out, I don’t know... the days, the hours, the strength, the morals, the technique.

I just want to lose myself in the confusion! To be certain of nothing at all and feel every single breath with pure intensity. You know, to forget the psychological pressure driven by time, by reason, and by the machine. The machine that moulds us to life, you reckon? It could be a murderous god, a miracle plant, a star ripping through the universe with its glare.

Fragile human.

Run, run, run! The end of the bridge is just a few paces away.

I think, therefore I am?

I give up!

In the infinity of a vanilla sky: the sweet chords of a song—the kind that completely takes over your mind—sensually pierce the man’s aching skull.

Surviving – maybe just forgetting the right now. Or something about life – the delayed anguish of despair.

A kiss would be bloody simpler. The memory would be heaps sweeter. Death would be so much more beautiful.

Cheers! Pleasure to meet you: Morning!

With a bit of charm, I say goodbye...

Smile, Welcome to the underground.

Our story starts here!

After all, life is made of loves, desires, and revolutions.