Sometimes all the life/death thing is just too complicated to understand. It’s like a wave which sweeps some of us away, while the rest can just only watch it happening. This is the main form of frustration: you’re an unarmed witness with nothing left to say.
And sometimes the world is so small and we like it that way.
#1 by Rano on October 6, 2011 - 9:51 pm
Spero di poter parlare presto con te.