vetus anima

an old soul misplaced in a modern world.

It felt like there was no need for describing it at all. The more i described it the more vague it became. It lost its meaning on the imprints and as such, the unmined emotions were best felt when raw and devoid of interpretation.

I now pass the streets I walked on as a sound that once existed, an echo of was. Pixels of the frames I created along these streets now orient into memory. Remarkable how mother time is always pregnant with memory.

*finger shoots her on behalf of cupid

"Philosophy leads to death, sociology leads to suicide." Do both and you turn into a madman.

I jolted every time i felt the need to share any of the films which were dear, its felt like giving oneself to their introspection... analogies... transcriptions. A sheep offering itself to the slaughterhouse just to get it done.

Perceive or be perceived you can only control one

I am only interested in women who scalp themselves into a project of self-transformation