Disoriented we wander the net-tracks of a pragmatic world, while an abusive reality penetrates our dreams.
In an attempt to escape cultural borders, lacking a sense of direction, one wills to exist outside the logical syntax.
As dialectical terms are shut down and lexicon of dichotomies is replaced by the vocabulary of distances, one can shatteringly report one’s experience.
Something neglected and forgotten, could have been slowly restored. Sometimes.
