Ephemeral Existence

It feels I am living in a vacuum – in a new world where everything is like a game. New people, their hearts to conquer. New places to discover. Beautiful greeneries and leaves changing colours; bushes and hedges around unfamiliar houses.

And me. The same old me. Just getting older. With white strips of hair. And random tiredness combined with disinterest that comes with age and experience.

A new world of galleries, events and talks and London I am eager to know.

And everything wrapped in the temporality of time. This too shall pass.


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