is curious to see which one is limited in theme and, not to fall into redundancy, pretends not to talk about the same topic on other occasions. When writing, always a topic that we know enough to avoid errors in descriptions of events, but really, in my case, you may not know enough to hit anything with a theme. Maybe that's why I find it more artistic, more stylistic, write about something that has nothing to do with the real world, but it's hard, it always resurfaces subjectivity, like pores in my skin, the fingers of my hand I write without wanting to, as if they were typewriters, or simply as if written on a typewriter, but with a mind of my own and others' concerns, which by the way, today, I'm not sure what they are. Indeed the biggest problem, the biggest concern should be that, I have no, because that nihilism has dominated me for one day, fifteen ago, it was not exactly what I would define a "Day ten." It is this emptiness that dominates my head these last few years without being able to do anything about it, and the problem apparently is that to dominate the nihil and make it your own, active, positive for the individual, it's almost have all the necessary or academic preparation world, enough to understand how to release the instincts, or simply do not have any preparation and be guided by these instincts. Since I'm halfway there now and I'll stay, I've become a mass-man, dominated by what others dictate, or when waiting for someone knock on the door and tell me to do. I lost the conviction and momentum needed to do what I, or rather, what I want.
It may have messed up, and as I referred to, does not give much importance to how well or how badly it has been written previously written. What does it matter when, possibly, nobody reads it?. In any case, for reading, be warned visitors that the world is not perfect, and my texts are as imperfect as the place we live.
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