Where Nothing Stands

The new flashing before the heart, the jealous old, the father, the castle made of the mother, the cries of the newborn, the blinding light of the new world, the absolutely indeterminate nature of the Self, the disappearance of Christ, submerging of the old and the emerging of the new. Addiction to faces, to looks, … More Where Nothing Stands

The Child & The Walking Dead

There used be a child content in love and abundance, for whom one idea was enough, and that was his concrete Reality. But this modern semblance of a man, he needs one too many ideas, identifications, positions with regard to everything, swarming in podcasts and debates, only to satisfy an insatiable sense of belonging that is only truly satisfied by what is buried alive within himself. … More The Child & The Walking Dead