it´s strange to look at old pictures it´s like these pictures are inside me and i get confused - is this inside or outside? how come pictures are possible? with our great intelligence i don´t think we have understood anything and they mock us of course the pictures will outlive me like the ones in the pictures now memory is a good thing with that you don´t know what´s inside or outside we knew before but now it´s a mess what is this reality supposed to be? the point of no return? some pictures are boring of course that´s the ones you thought would be interesting
