waiting for the last bus to anywhere ..
sometimes I find the bench and bus stop.
the bus, what we do not spend more years there. and that will only take you away.
I find myself waiting for the disappearance of liberzione. without appearing to be of any form, not appearing in this dimension of the world, the one that got the better of replacing the other, but which of them is far more real and true.
as in the final scene of the film based on Ghost World: take leave of this world and join the ghosts and invisible.
exist out there, far and wide on the skin too humiliated in the world, lines, vents, scars, paths and roads, bus and subway lines, disused, for those who do not longer able to see, and that lead to where you are not yet in the places that some people no longer exist.
invisible lines that you can follow my breath, you acorgi to cross, and on which you can jump on.
the day you will find the right one or wrong one, according to the views of people who live here and not there, you can not go back, you can only go forward, and hope only in the curvature of the universe, to return to step departure.
this invisible world, that we deny ourselves the sight, grows, expands as they see what appears is increasingly full of pictures of himself itself.
more we think we know the world, because this is an illusion generated by the proliferation of images that we can do in the world, the less we know. to cancel the distance with speed, remains intact and kept within what the distance, we believe we can touch and see up close.
this is what we find, wherever we go, and we can not well to focus.
