Through the door

The man who comes back through the door in the wall will never be quite the same as the man who went out. He will be wiser but less sure, happier but less self-satisfied, humbler in acknowledging his ignorance yet better equipped to understand the relationship of words to things, of systematic reasoning to unfathomable mystery which it tries, forever vainly, to comprehend.

Aldous Huxley – The doors of perception

Dystopia

Reaching the power of invisibility among people is a great power in this era, but you have to be ready … sometimes you can even be unsure of your own existence. Are you afraid of the desert? Do you exist when no one is watching you? At least, what I hope is that someone is listening, out there.

Strings in progress

Sometimes I’m in doubt about myself. My insecure fingers blindly running over the strings … till they suddenly remember other invisible ones, connecting me to the beloved faces and moments of my life.

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