Τὸ ξέρω πὼς καθένας μοναχὸς πορεύεται στὸν ἔρωτα, μοναχὸς στὴ δόξα καὶ στὸ θάνατο.
Τὸ ξέρω. Τὸ δοκίμασα. Δὲν ὠφελεῖ. Ἄφησέ με νἄρθω μαζί σου ~ Η Σονάτα του Σεληνόφωτος

Lisa

This is thy hour O Soul, thy free flight into the wordless. Away from books, away from art, the day erased, the lesson done. Thee fully forth emerging, silent gazing, pondering the themes thou lovest best. Night, sleep, death, and the stars. - Walt Whitman

Τετάρτη 9 Δεκεμβρίου 2015

Midday Philosophy

09.12.1512:00

Do you ever have one of those days? You know, the ones that feel like an out of body experience, where you can't tell right from wrong. 
You jut have a feeling, a primitive instinct, that something, somehow, is out of place. That your life is out of order in the most inexplicable way -despite being the same as it has always been. The only thing different is you; you and this sudden realisation of an obscure error. Like a glitz in the Matrix which reveals that you are, in fact, a prisoner. Held captive in your own life. 
Could it be a dream? Are you awake? Are you alive? Is this the real life? Can people see you, like you see them? Did you really have that conversation? 
Am I a phantom? Am I an  illusion? Am I trapped in a time loop? Can I still think and speak and act for my self? Or am I living in automated movement? 
The things I did, the things I didn't do... A constant blur inside my mind. An infinate parade of paradox takes over my life.

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  1. Υπέροχο (!!!) & ναι νομίζω πως λίγο πολύ τις έχουμε αυτές τις μέρες όλοι....

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    1. Σ' ευχαριστώ κορίτσι!
      Κι εγώ νομίζω ότι όλοι λίγο-πολύ περνάμε κάτι τέτοιες φάσεις

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