"... because only in dream and death, oh my poor old man, we can find ourselves..."
Good old Cesare is always right, isn't he?
We find ourselves only in death, I dare say. And in dream, because dreaming is death. It doesn't kill, it is death itself. The moment u start dreaming u enter the kingdom of death. U find yourself and struggle back, each time a little bit stronger. Each time having lost sth in the process.
Dreaming is a sweet sweet suicide, that can be reversed if u wish so.
This past week has been a dreamy week.
And now I find myself in Ade.
With an essay to write
and my spirit crying to leave me.
...back to earth then...