The land wherein the need to be alone and the need to be around people is dissolved together is a complete anarchy.
In times of turmoil, void or suffering, closely stays the images mirroring the lived, far seems the unknown to be; pick yourself a lens to see through, your eyes touch the distant mountains and the lived past disappears into ponzo illusions.
The hit and run of thoughts on ideas is a havoc.
The seeming legitimacy that existed in mind a second earlier vaporized before they could be carried out, leaving the air barren.
