Delirium, diary, life, love


And I climb up the stairs, blinded by the blinding light of the blind sun. I stay, but I am in constant motion. I climb up and up and up to reach that top. That place where the sun is; that top where the light is born. I am a Climber. I walk up the… Continue reading THE CLiMBER

Delirium, diary, soul


  And I watch as the last blue rectangle of the wall in front of me disappears. I have been here for a hundred years and I am going to stay here for another thousand. I am a prisoner. Unlike Kafka’s The Trial, I am not here for a crime I have not committed but… Continue reading THE PRiSONER