How many stories were created in our mind and were allowed to reside only in our fantasies with the only intention of a better place? How many stories achieved the reality of life? How many of our own words were allowed to reside in untold memories? Scratching the surface of time, impulsing our analog fantasies into a different dimension where voices are louder and deeper, where our silences are ruling the time. How many times intensional actions were taken in place?
Scape, silence and words.
“We tell ourselves stories in order to live.”