Se busca coerência, deixe este lugar para sempre.

Antigamente, era dito que a Terra era o Centro do Universo.
Depois o Sol. Até criaram um barato chamado Antropocentrismo.
Pra mim isso tudo são tentativas inefetivas de ajudar o homem a achar o seu próprio centro. O que não é fácil.
Catarses são boas, catarses são boas, catarses são boas. Se desconstrua e evolua, mude seus conceitos, [...]

On the inversion of natural things.

The rains falls. More to the point, the rains falls down. It had always done so, or so the boy was told. From the top, to the bottom. But he wondered what would be of it, if one day, the rain fell – flew? – up. Would the rainbow afterwards be upside down too? Maybe [...]

In the broken place of the human mind.

There is a room. That room has white walls, no windows. It has a door. Closed, iron and painted with peeling gray paint.
There is also a man. The man is sitting in a chair – black, wood, simple.
That man has dark hair, blue eyes and the undefined look of either an abused twenty-something or a [...]

Abuse, and the forms thereof.

People like using others like their own personal drugs. Friends, family, lovers – each a variant of cocaine, heroin or even the good ol’ M.J..
That’s all fine and well, just fun and games, but what do you do when you become addicted?
Because there’s nothing worse than going cold turkey from someone you ‘love’.

O que esperar, se algo.

Feito em um momento de pseudo-tristeza e com uma tendência poliglota e aleatória, esse é meu blog. Bem-vindos.