Originally written on May 21st, 2014

"I think I have finally understood why it does not matter if we take pictures of a moment in particular. A precious instant should not be of anybody's business, but of its protagonists. Who gives a shit? It needs to be about seizing that moment, absorbing every last molecule of the meeting, breathing every word of the conversation, or even the lack of them. This has led me into a state of almost-meditation, of pure vulnerability. I am going to ask my father to hold me as tight as it is humanly possible, in order to prevent the dematerialization of my whole body, as I fear it might happen soon. I don't say these words lightly. These are complex times; doubtful times. Times that, in fact, are a-changing (wink-wink).

Fears and acts of bravery, intertwined, make my soul's daily menu. To take a step forward, to take a step back, I do not stand still, no matter what. And the duality of the situation ends up pushing me towards unknown territories of the physical and metaphysical world. 

You have been waiting for this moment your entire life, and yet again, the dance and the pacing in the waiting room of your future is painfully enjoyable. 

Do I make any sense?

Am I making any sense at all?"