from: nevin
title: who are you?..
form: text; e-mail letter

A coincidental overhearing...Open words flowing forever...Turning retrospective.. A yearning, maybe....
But even dreams change. Or was it that familiar, Kafka-esque world I did not like at all?..
Drowned somewhere inside, diseased...A different depth we've captured just for a moment...
Did I fall in my own pothole again? What else it could be?..

However, it is new, something we've noticed new, different from the old things.

Is he one of those enthusiastic and stubborn children who love to hang on illusions and experience them a long time? Or is he a river growing up preserving its naturalness, ravishing in its childish ingeniousness, flowing forever, never caring its surroundings, because that's the way it is?...
Or is he cunning man trying to filling a vacuum and cashing in on it?..

Whatever he is... I should never looked at those mirrors presented as a great work of art, but being nothing more than personal actions, because I had just managed to lose interest in everything!! Now those old pains and hurts started again...it's a come back...