THE hereabouts of this dude are so unknown. Nonetheless, one could speculate on, at least, a couple of episodes in which he should have tried to bring down (or merely jump over) the rusted barb-wire fence that breaks a man's life in two: eternal anonymity and everlasting magnanimity.
He is on the road looking for some big moments. There remains some spot of this quiet land this guy so badly wants to stay in and, it is actually within himself, to some extent.
He wants to draw the right answers from his pockets. He comes from this place he likes to call photo album village. Here one is able to sort out and to delete every portrait, black and white ones, and technicolor ones too. You come from captivity and try to run towards liberty.
“I CELEBRATE myself
And what I assume you shall assume
For every atom belonging to me, as good belongs to you. ”
And what I assume you shall assume
For every atom belonging to me, as good belongs to you. ”
Leaves of grass. W. W.
And you have to bend over every dancing blossom and to learn from each how to be peaceful and beautiful. All of us come from a pale blue dot and desperately run over it trying to go somewhere else unsuccessfully.
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