Writing was harder and harder.

Partly because of the recent events that changed my life. Or better: threw my life in a complete different perspective from what I had always imagined. But in the end, I was happy, wasn't it what I had always wanted? Some days yes. Some days no.

Then my life was in a different perspective, even for other reasons. The scenery was completely different. The password was: silence. The invisible. The unpredictable. The unsmelling. The uncolouring. Though it was dominating my life.

Only time would have told.

The Animal Instinct

A very little part of me, of you, of everyone is made of rationality. It's the animal instinct in me, you, us that guides our actions.

Otherwise it would be unconceivable why...

The rock you needed is, actually, a shipwreck.