It requires laborious work and I was thinking about how long I have been dropping those tiny habits. The reconstruction of my mere inner self obviously doesn’t always fall into any category of art but oppose to what I asked for, which always is a constant conflict to an embarrassing way. For some reason, I cannot shut myself up even in the most unworthy game, far from any archenemies.
When it tells me it’s not the end of this dance, I roared myself to death. Then the palingenesis it is and please laugh harder when I’m thinking.