Cold Carbon
Kano Viega "Thieves"
(...)He took out a small book from his inner pocket. His dad had it made for him. A special pocket edition to carry with him. He told him to read every day; keep your mind sharp and soul nourished… He felt the texture of book covers under his fingers… It said “Man’s Search For Meaning. Viktor Frankl”. Sometimes he would just open a page randomly and read. Somehow, he loved that guy, Viktor Frankl. He reminded him of his dad.
“The prisoner who had lost faith in the future – his future - was doomed. With his loss of belief in the future, he also lost his spiritual hold; he let himself decline and became subject to mental and physical decay. “
The page said today. He will never lose faith. For himself. For his father. And for this guy Viktor Frankl…"
Kano Viega "Thieves"
(...)He took out a small book from his inner pocket. His dad had it made for him. A special pocket edition to carry with him. He told him to read every day; keep your mind sharp and soul nourished… He felt the texture of book covers under his fingers… It said “Man’s Search For Meaning. Viktor Frankl”. Sometimes he would just open a page randomly and read. Somehow, he loved that guy, Viktor Frankl. He reminded him of his dad.
“The prisoner who had lost faith in the future – his future - was doomed. With his loss of belief in the future, he also lost his spiritual hold; he let himself decline and became subject to mental and physical decay. “
The page said today. He will never lose faith. For himself. For his father. And for this guy Viktor Frankl…"