The useless question of anyone trying to assess it.

What strategies do you use to increase comfort in your daily life?

The basis of confort is a trivial pursuit. Since ages and ages man has been torn into « epicure » goal. Some are more gentle and under a particular goal.. the goal of a lifetime, an achievement where young souls has been entitled to do.. live, work, fuck, party, sleep, repeat. What a nice idea isn’t it ? So nice that it’s such a mesmerised dream foresaw by the forefather. Where you live and die nameless. Where you are just a paw inside someone else game. This is where the idea of a lifetime work is needed. Drenched into a deep fog inside the Amazonia forest you lost any goal and work you ever had. Therefore, here come another day where you awake inside ? But at which age ? 50 ? 60 ? 70 ? 80 ? no more on the verge of death where you feel the need to leave your despicable dusts into this scorched human world. Indeed the 7 liberal arts are a pursue that pertain small group of people. You can call them elite or noble. But here I come, the culture you were born into are a major clivage of everyone mind and spirit. Therefore we are what we are animals inside the deep mind of the collective consciousness.. the haze is real but under the « prémisse » of the moon the edge of the world show it’s true face.

Under a craving skin

The world is whole under one scheme

The will are inside one hand

While the edge of the moon is near the border

Here come the darkness inside one mind

We are what we are..

Animals. After all.


I am not regular in my posting, I will try to pursue a more stepped schedule. I let go useless matter for a brighter edge, where the darkness are part of the ad Astra per Aspera.

The view is narrow, but the heist is near

Drenched into the muddy water, here come the warrior under his simple apparel. He used to dress into velvet and dream and now at this right moment, at this instant he is a man lost into the oblivion of his actual condition. Therefore, we are bound to momentum where the usage is to manage to survive at all costs. Into the dwelve of a craving skin the song is seeping into the cerebellum, into the crystal that bow one mind and will.

When the obvious is near the matter is there

At the edge of the sea

we see a firmament

we see a muddy water

we see a long and desperate hole where everyone is buried

Into the oblivion we are, into the oblivion we be

The hard gazing is the bright enticing idea


The mirror is under a scaring momentum, ready to break, ready to ascend. It’s starts to haze into the world’s dream..

The view is enticing,

none the less the heart is full,

yet the grasp is full of despair

Under the moon,

under the bright stars there is a life,

there is pox and pain


Near the green bill the man is lost into his own dream, he dreams about the future, brighter, bigger, nicer.. but at the end it’s the same, the oblivion.