City - Prishtinë State - KOSOVĖ Country - UF Old Timers
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i know i woke up and that i am still sleeping. my ancient body, battered from living, ... tells me it's still very early... i feel febrile from far off. i am grieving but i don't know why...
in a lucid, heavily incorporeal torpor, i stagnate, between dream and wakefulness, in a dream that is a shadow of dreaming. my attention floats between two worlds and blindly sees the depths of heaven; and these depths interpenetrate, mix together, and i don't know where i am or what i'm dreaming.
alone in front of mystery of your own existence, with a feeling of irreality and vacuum, which is the feeling of your own non-existence.... it seems to me that this character expresses exactly this anguish...