I like pictures. I love stories.
I like all these glimpses of life.
A life that will soon end in the form of what is manifest.
A life that is fleeting. Transient, in movement, perpetually in transformation.
A life that does not belong to me.
A life that led me to think that no “I” does exist as a separate island.
A life that manages to see the infinite behind what appears intellectually limited.
And you? Do you see infinity?