There is logic, and efficiency.
There’s profit, standardization, modularity, capacity and ingenuity.
There are good choices. consequences.
But there’s also a cup of coffee in a Dakar café, after a hell of a trip.
And the eyes of a child, at night in the outskirts of Singapore under the rain.
There’s the moments of true choices: your self a million light years away from the world around you.
There’s sayings and things unsaid. There’s also things I can’t write here, because their only meaning and significance is the fact that they are there, and their feeling goes beyond explication, description or evaluation.
They just connect with us, like a song in an intense moment.
There, there is no reason, there is only life, pulsating.