The sequence

Lonely. Sad. Deeply sad.
Calm. Too calm. Suffocating.
Relief. And fear.

Like entering a taxi and the driver asking:

- "Where to?".

- "Just drive".

Now what?

And suddenly, when I least expected it, as these things usually happen, I missed feeling happy. It was overwhelming.

Too busy

To answer... To write... To call... To think... To think before acting... To act at all... To care... To care... To care... To consider...

Too busy. Everybody.

Simple - simpler - simplest

It seems it is a question of knowing which words to avoid. You avoid the word, you avoid the responsibility, you avoid the feeling.

Simple. Life is simple. Simpler than it seems. That was a hell of good news.

Reality

In my country they say that one learns the truth from the children and the crazy. It was neither. It was just someone who, together with many others, makes the rules, defines the norm and is determined to defend them. Their invincible truth, my breakable reality.

At least that

E. Hopper, Cape Cod Morning. American Art Museum.

Washington D.C.

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