Sunday, February 23
the world used to be silent, now it has too many voices. and the noises are constant distraction, they multiply, intensify, they will divert your attention from what's convenient and forget to tell you about yourself. we live in an age of very stimulations, if you are focused you are harder to reach, if you are distracted you are available. you are distracted, you are available, you want to take part in everything and everything to be a part of you. your head is spinning faster at the end of your spine until you have no face at all. and yet, if the world would shut up, even for a while, perhaps we will start hearing the distante rithym of an angry young tune and recompose ourselves. perhaps having deconstructed everything we should be thinking about putting everything back together.