In the darkness of everything external that now surrounds us we carry the code of our land and identification as a continuation of ourselves, projecting it in our creativity
Longing for fate?
Dante begins his famous descent into the underworld by admitting that in the middle of his life he found himself in a dark forest, having gone astray.
In large cities, people resemble stones piled into a sack : their
sharp edges are gradually erased, and they become
smooth like pebbles.” These people did not wear off their
sharp edges.
Somerset Maugham
Étude
I am waiting for you last summer
Life paths cannot be bypassed
Everything that was will return
The past returns
