Thinking too much, again.
Why am I making photos?
Why am I making anything?
It could be anything. Doesn’t matter what or why, as long as I want. If I don’t, I fall into a sleep deep inside myself.
There’s a hole inside me with a gravity so strong my head will implode and eat my soul if I don’t feed it.
I used to paint, draw and scribble, like a crazy maniac. I used to run like hell, work my body like a berserk. Whatever just anything that burns. And I used to do what I’m doing again.
A ladder of creations stretching through the void of time and space from where to where.
And I write my thoughts. Whatever the words are saying – keep on typing. You may find something about anything.
Follow the invisible rabbit.
Addicted to the unknown machinery behind the never-ending story. The ghost-hole inside me.
I don’t need answers. I don’t want answers. I want to be lost and keep on travel through my mind and the secrets of life and death and the dreams in between.
Where and for what reason I don’t know. Until I no longer understand who I am and forever lost in my own mind. Captured and conserved in gravity. Together with the invisible rabbit.
The point is not the end .
/made in the United Neurones of Insomnia
…until I drop dead-sleep
Then some coffee, then some more. Today the rain is pouring down and I will get me out and shoot it.