Absurd Chaos

Poison is attractive. To me, at least. There’s an appeal in Darkness; for light is abundant. But everything should be a choice; because, at the end of the day, there’s nothing more attractive than Freedom; and that’s when Darkness ceases to be appealing and poison becomes a prison; a perpetual state of toxicity and waste. Very apocalyptic and ugly. The bad kind of apocalyptic and ugly, the one we should stay far away from in order to maintain our Freedom, our own State of Mind. In order to maintain Ourselves. Bask in the Darkness, but, don’t drown in it.  Photo by me. 

When I knew how much I could know yet how little; I stopped wanting to know; how could you attain infinite knowledge when you're just a finite being? How could you handle living with the need of drying oceans and only succeed at drinking half a puny lake? When I knew how little I could ever know; my heart cried and my soul dried its tears; for the suffering is ever in the interest of my soul

we were not meant to go there. today, Sarah and I, were suppsosed to go to Toledo ! We were going there for the day with minimal budget (ie that would only cover food costs) and we ( I ) got something wrong, we went to the train station thinking we could use our transportation cards and go to Toledo for free, when in reality it was the BUS that was for free which was in another part of the city. It was already late and raining. But the museum had a free entrance. So YAY MUSEUM!  we also bought a selfie stick especifically for the trip that never happened and we couldn´t just waste it! Solana    

Fight and fright and flight  All at once  Life never gives you  A second route  Hold it proudly  Your three-pronged fork 

As I sit in my Madrid room pondering; flashes of my favourite part of Cairo fly by in my visual memory, I see the squares that have heard my shouts, the same squares that I have cleaned, holding a pitiful trash bag in one hand and gathering rubbish with the other gloved one. The same squares and streets that I have grown so accustomed to seeing them at Midnight with my father when I was young, that I couldn't walk the same streets twice in the daylight without losing my ways three times, at least. Me and my (ever changing) friends have seen lots of thing on those streets- done lots of things, I've seen a man screaming with a bleeding gash laying on the street once while surrounded by ragged men, he was stabbed. And it's not like I'm special, ask anyone who lives there, they've seen worse than me, probably lived through worse than me, if they truly grew up in those streets. But it's the city's centre, and if you're in your late teens and start of your ...