Fragments (of relocations)
Personally I do not understand the world. I can only sense him. I do not know if what I observe is a dream, reality or falsehood. In a social environment where the deception and appearance have become an ideal to pursue, I try to look at the people's souls from different perspectives, that often do not match. I try to look among the Fragments of reality deployed, or rather, that are in more places. And as if every person, they were evolved it in a multidimensional space, of which we can perceive only limited size, that have therefore only a relative sense, small details, that do not represent the full view. We can grasp only an point of view observing the Fragments of soul that cast us in a conventional reality, only little moments of emotion and thought. We can observe, not understanding. Perceive, do not touch.
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