Sometimes the dark silence of the night weighs upon me. Peace makes me afraid.; perhaps I distrust it above all. I feel it is only a facade concealing the abyss.
Every night, each dark spot in our vision, all the tiny moments of silence, the overwhelming ambiguousness. Not clear, non-cartesian, opposite to bright, in thick rain, with sun hidden somewhere, fed by sounds of raging thunderstorms. No wonder it frightens away all the sense of calmness, of stability. Living without roots, feeling no firm ground underneath. It’s disturbing, disturbing most of the time, however, any other way for a poet, an artist, a thinker, who aspires to reach new hights, is yet to be revealed. Have faith in the darkness my friends, sing along: ‘hello…’