Silence.

When we lose someone, the smallest things bring to our mind the memory of the tragedy, and they also remind us that nothing protects existence. Everything is irreversible and irrevocable.

When I was a kid no one told me that some people show love by tearing the people they love down. I would have thought then that it was a ridiculous idea, until I started finding out that it’s not an exception. A lot of people understand love exclusively when they make the people they love suffer. It’s disgusting.

The moment you look at a painting and you feel that painting is you, although you can’t really put it into words because you are human and not everything human can be put into words.

Everything repeats itself in this Universe. Chaos becomes a dull routine. We drag on, in vain, invalidating our dreams, loathing everything and idolizing life. We watch beauty rot before our eyes, and resentfulness blossoms.