Surreal reality. Real surreality. Imagination Opium. Reality Morphium.

I keep falling deep down into my abyss… I start hearing the stars of my own universe.

I need an exotic star but not the universe.

I keep falling deep down into my abyss… It’s the end of meaning and the beginning of meaning.

Dragons love to fly at the expanding edge of your world.

I prefer to be wrong to save the wildness of the right.

At the edge of who you are, you may find the fragments of your original beginnings.

There is something about this wine and a jungle river at dusk when thirsty animals approach to drink. Over there you’ll find some philosophical beginnings…