And here we go, after the exhibition and almost 3 months alone at home, traveling every weekend to Gye to see my family one assumed that it was all part of the regular , routine, and taking it as a "dynamic of life" made a mistake, when the alleged passivity was much desired, as did passively, without euphoria, without gaps, without excess, methodical and systematic. Something killed my passion, somewhat dampened the flame.
Last night all I needed was sleep, sleep as a necessary pause in a line with lyrics too crowded and without consistency, sleepy means you need to sleep, nothing more. But if that dream got a pleasant little peace, to get up a feeling of guilt appeared, as if sleep had been away for a while in the presence of my family who came here for me, for me.
Why write this?, Out of the system, so that for the few hours that I pay to be efficient it may be, and pretend that it is now "meeting" just ego tripping, ego trippin 'at the gates of hell.
Publish Post, and here we go.
(create, think, think.) 
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