There is something fundamentally wrong with the way we live. with everything around us, how things work, how we relate to each other and what we think is expected from us, but by whom? It feels impossible to say what it is, because what evrer it is, its not human. The messed up bit is that we made this together as a species so why cant we change it ( Read more... )

We are the lonely people, casting lines of presence into the ocean of the net, with hopes of meaningful human contact, well into the night and desperately every morning.

son las 10 30 am, aun no me eh acostado ( Read more... )