An imprint of previous contents or forms remained, like a memory that something once was here – anything, but still something! Better a lie than nothing. Better fear than nothing. Better illusion than nothing. Better to hold onto something – anything – with fear, than to let it go completely. After all, nothing would be left! We search for witnesses, fingerprints of our past, and nothing embraces us. We are trembling. Emptiness is less than goose bumps. Winter? Heat? Dark? Light? We do not know…!
We are romantic and sentimental, hypocritical, irreparable and full of fear and foolish dreams.
We hope that perhaps one day the moment will come and we will know! And we will suddenly feel…