It's like the mental equivalent of cutting off your hair so you suddenly feel air on you neck/head again. The air being that free state of possibilities to be erected within the wreckage, the sudden bare chaos. Clean slate in some huge avenue.
I do wonder why I can't stay in that free space. 🤔
The building comes shortly after the fall. Like autopilot.
I do wonder why I can't stay in that free space. 🤔
The building comes shortly after the fall. Like autopilot.