Solo/s

Cigarettes at 6.00 am

There are instants when all things become miserable and I become, God - in terms of sympathy; my doings become gracious as they surpass time, I suddenly behave like I foresee things - like Death. The mortality of (it all) makes me pity all things, and all people; suddenly everything becomes, Cute. Romantic. Situations become folkloric, all present situations become nostalgic, and every word weighs of legacy, .. it amazes me how everything indulges in its presence while it all becomes a surreal spectacle, it suddenly feels as if I need to take care of them all. People weave larger scenes, and narratives - and individuals surrounding me become ideas that are either disappointing or fulfilling, to watch. (Panic.)

God reincarnates in all dying people. This inevitability of nothingness, the incapability of the end - it, — it takes you places.