Appunti dalla Polonia

Emptyness, I see nothing but emptyness. You fly, and you run. And you fall, and you fall again because it just feels good. Low physical pleasure in order to avoid thinking. Sansations, rough sensations that oft stop in the moment they reach the skin, not able to penetrate any further. But good ormons are spread throughout your body anyway, so that you simply feel good. Just forget about the time you get home alone, in your bed, when you realize you have nothing but what you had the hour before. Because tomorrow you will fall again, and run above the clouds, and be immersed in the sun, and fly from the top of the hill, believing it is a mountain.
The whole time trying to be who you are not and who you hate the most. And they are so beautiful you just can't choose. No, you have no more principles, that's the reason. No choice is possible with lack of principles. What's good, what's bad you don't know. But it feels good, so what the hell go out and hit the town. You used to be a thousand feet deep, now you are not much more than a puddle.