frozen on the edge of madness like a gargoyle adorning the cathedral you constantly weave a thread of life bemused by fumes of insatiability
your natural driving force of cognitive actions but it's not an organic perpetum mobile the only infinite power is a process
„there is no place you could hide from time you could hide from kings or emperors maybe you could even hide from god but you could not hide from time time will come for us anywhere we are because everything that surrounds us is immersed in this wild element”
rise your head in the act of self-determination try to swallow the dead's wisdom enigmatic desire of living