My own
I always feel like I am observing the world, from some inner landscape, some private place, tucked away on an inner sunny roof ....sometimes it is stunningly beautiful, overwhelmingly marvelous and sometimes it is painfully colorless, stark and cruel. I take notes like a traveler that knows won't be long here and often transform those impression in fleeting images.
At some point, we all leave this place and move on an infinite journey through time and light.
It is best to look at the world with a bird's eye view, most matters become so small, and all is left is the infinite pure spaciousness of the sky above.
My own
I always feel like I am observing the world, from some inner landscape, some private place, tucked away on an inner sunny roof ....sometimes it is stunningly beautiful, overwhelmingly marvelous and sometimes it is painfully colorless, stark and cruel. I take notes like a traveler that knows won't be long here and often transform those impression in fleeting images.
At some point, we all leave this place and move on an infinite journey through time and light.
It is best to look at the world with a bird's eye view, most matters become so small, and all is left is the infinite pure spaciousness of the sky above.