It feels weird. Like living off a dream. As if it all would just vanish in any second. Sometimes I wonder if it is even real. I keep on looking at the photographs wondering if it all really happened..
What if it is all an invention, a product of my imagination? Those old photographs that tell me stories about an unwitnessed past, about a forgotten life... About an unlived life.
Is it all that cool? Am I seriously here? Doing this; having these.. I really see what I see.. I can touch it
(to be continued)
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