Its another day, another struggle. Something has to be defeated. And sky, cloud, wind, oceans, waves and sand are whispering to a lonely ear. Something which hides behind shadows, glances at all of our ancestors. Telling some truth which may become a terror for all humanity.
When one talk about mapping life, I barely can only imagine blue and grey thick fog. How invisible all behind it! Can you guess what comes next? Can you predict which memory will appear again? Can you smell the smell of our experience? I guess no, we can not. The fog hides them. Disappearing them. And we never ever want it.
End of 2008