what life?
what else is there to say... is this getting annoying? all these thoughts... dots... languages... i could use some feedback... for real... then maybe i'll stop writing this way... maybe not... it depends... i mean... this is being writen from africa... and there are no lions around this computer tree... no elephants running past this cyber cafe... africa is not in the past... it's right here in the present... drinking ataya... eating with bare hands... some believe the future is here... i believe it... just like i believe in what they believe in... i really do... even if i know it is complete nonsense sometimes... but this is africa... it is nonsense... for most of us at least... because of the way we grew up... the things we know... the way we think... it's sort of like believing in something that you know is wrong... and it might be... but it doesn't even really matters... think of it as surviving... this is a though place... a rough continent... full of history... full of life... if evolution of species really started around here... then it will sure end here too somehow... people here have what everyone in the world want... time... and yet they want what they don't have... watches... it's human nature... we're all so ridiculous it makes me laugh... and cry... do we really have to risk our lifes to enjoy what we already have... does happiness comes from freedom... and freedom from not having anything to loose... is that what war is all about? everyone must come down their little confort zone... experience for themselves... this is a difficult place to be sometimes... frustrating... not in a materialistic way... but because of my position... my points of view... my background... i've got that freedom they never had... that passport they dream about... that same one they are willing to risk their lifes for... a credit card... a pointless knowledge that is hard to share... i'm pure bullshit... a defectuous product from the first world... i'm living an unfair dream life... it's writen all over my skin... just like survival is writen all over theirs... once again i've got what they want... and they've got what i don't have... it end up being the same thing everywhere... same people... just different looks... food... gods... everyone always wants something from someone... always... it s life... survival of the species... We are all here for the same reason... surviving... whatever it takes... and we are fuckin the world up because of it... and we know it... but we want the human specie to go on... our kids to explore the universe... find the answer... play god... i don't know... it's crap... organic... biodegradable... who knows... who cares... all i know is that i'm in west africa... connected... caught in the widest web ever built... i can't even see it... but i'm feeling it... so i keep exploring digitally... searching the invisible... like me... or not...