Every day, from dawn to dusk, I surround the sky with cables and launch my satellites of imagination.
Sometimes all we do is to idle around in a dimensionless platform in a troubled universe for an infinite time.
I've made a long-term memory of myself in the minds of people that I don't remember from last night.
He came back to the world as an old tractor commuting between abandonment and rediscovery.
To make sure you are not dreaming, look at your hands.
Who knows, maybe once upon a time, gravity too was just a figment of someone's imagination.
I've learned a lot from my mistakes. Yet my mistakes have learned more from me.
Friendly gatherings on the grass, horizontal or vertical journeys, colorful festivals, time passing with writings, drawings and works, tiny miracles and going out to the streets... There is always music playing in the background.
I'm just a silhouette made of details, an extra that passes behind on the most important day of your life.
Though humans share similar architectural spaces, they roam through completely different dimensions internally. What proves to be difficult here is not living with humans but understanding them.
"Light pains are repressed; great pains are mute."
There are more things to be discovered