Running on four-hour sleep, still feeling oddly awake. Shooting pictures during the day; at night, traveling between strange bodies of animals at night clubs, like a being from another world. Hunting for beauty with a silent eye, perhaps?
As far as I can see, there are two ways I can live. One, seclude myself within a world that is my ideal, always trying to strive for the purest, holiest within this white-walled, spacious and absolutely magnificent world. That is not to say to pretend like things unacceptable to my world doesn’t happen around me – but perhasp, we are simply two co-excisting universe.
Another, to experience the other extreme. Be immersed but not devoured; read, look and ponder. It is a world I would never understand. But, it makes my own world seems so much more lovely and so much more desired upon.
The thing is, once you experience the second way, there is no way to go back. But, I think I can do it.
Sometimes the image of “death” in its black robe and hood hovering within the human world reminds me of what I am at night clubs. Just a complete outsider hovering around. Ha ha, hopefully I am not death?
