A mere product of a collective demand. Whom am I talking about? Of course,myself! Today I feel I'm the "Other" and I don't have a clue about my existence. With universal expectations, with meanings imposed upon my subconscious, I can easily be found in this society...

They say 'the truth speaks through the mouths of children', the little girl looked in the eye of the old man and spoke his death through her mouth ...The old man affectionately sympathized her vivacious plays around him, for he knew from the beginning that the ultimate truth in this, in his short life, is death, if nothing else.


'All children are mirrors of death' J.P.Sarte

Take everything from me...Take all what I have...I know you will be happy...

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