i'm already lost
3 years ago
that sea of faces…
i have an name, a surname, birthday, birthplace, parents, (children?), nationality, ID, bank account, etc.
i have mass and the light does notice me while it makes my shadows, my reflections.
and there’s my cry across the air, until it’s weakened. it’s almost void for practical situations.
a message. among the chaos. inside the memory. that has been forgotten somewhere else.
