So, here’s the dilemma
Should I go back to the old style of the old trapézio e start rambling about life again? Should I go back to express my “growing pains” — that by now I understand that will only finish with my last breath?
Hold on. My last breath? I can imagine myself analyzing my feelings to my very last moment of consciousness. Death is slowly covering my body and my mind is spinning like crazy, thinking: “So, I guess I should repent my sins now, but should I repent from the sins I’m proud of?” And so on. If somehow I can still talk when a hipothetical priest comes to give me the extreme unction, I’m certain to start arguing with him.
The idea that I’ll keep on wondering about the world and myself and myself and the world and my friends and my girlfriends and everything else makes me wonder if I should give up trying to talk sense on this blog and simply go to talk non sense again. Whatever comes to my mind. No matter how ambiguous and contradictory it is.
Because that is the way things look to be.
Even though I may simply be tired.