Who knows, maybe once upon a time, gravity too was just a figment of someone's imagination.
I've made a long-term memory of myself in the minds of people that I don't remember from last night.
I've learned a lot from my mistakes. Yet my mistakes have learned more from me.
He came back to the world as an old tractor commuting between abandonment and rediscovery.
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.
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.
"Light pains are repressed; great pains are mute."
There are more things to be discovered