While everyone was heading somewhere, or building their own aims or, foresighning, paving the empty space as if that could eliminate the chance of falling down, I turned around and opened the gates of my memory. It looked like a hill made out of superimposed layers: if I put one of them aside, I could see the one that had been hiding under it. Everyone else kept on heading towards the hope of what will be next, and I, in the meantime, stayed decoding the illusion of the past. I am still there, putting aside layers, amazed in front of a time that no longer exists, coming to understand that everything is part of the present silence.

I saw a hill made out of superimposed layers, and I tried to decode a time that no longer exists.
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  • CountryU.S
  • YearJuly 2012