I love this cutie. It was a quick sketch, but I could never get rid of her.
othing is more important than that,” he said and evaporated.
How could I’ve ever imagined such a theatrical leave-taking. He’s surely still laughing. The case is that, with time, I came to know he was right. That in the topic’s simplicity lies its importance. The rest, the difficult, the varied, is just a game of the mind, a diversion made up to distract us.
t the first chapter, he abandons me. Not so much because of a decision made but for being to busy doing stupid things. He was getting married due to some family obligation or to ascend economically.
guess sometimes we just need to come up with new ways of reaching the world—”all the people”—to spread info (info that comes through us not via the brain). We only need to stay attentive and do not interfere using thought to get data. Anyone who is connected can do it. To become connected your inner world must be predominant.
n my dreams I see people long gone. Why are they coming back? I fight with Atfar because of his and my terrible bad temper, a fierceness we haven’t seen in ourselves, at least not to that extreme. I love people I hate. I hate people I love. All defies me. All wants me back.
t happened to me twice, so weird… From which realities was I waking? Opening my eyes and not knowing who you were. Passing the first minute of the day with emotions that didn’t match my reality (of solitude, of abandonment). The feeling of having dropped from nothingness to that moment.