When you never really sleep, you are never really awake
Thursday, July 22, 2010
I am spiritually docile cattle, mentally weak. War, hunger, the environment... Those things don´t concern me. All I care about is whether I can afford the accessories that will define me as a human being, those that will allow me to belong. I care about the items that will help me express who I am to the world. I want to blow on a vuvuzela. The insufferable noise coming from it shall help me yell at this sedated world we live in: "I am here"...