Transit/Il rito del passaggio
Birth-death-rebirth (?)
This is a journey into the impossible, the unknown. For ever imagined and without the right destination.
Death is the end of the "not" the "not" or is a move toward a new existence.
Cross a threshold. The door of the border.
Reopen the eye can see in a new form, losing perhaps the body, space and time found themselves in unknown location. Lost, alone but still alive. You feel fear or freedom?
The landscape of our eyes would be presented as islands of shadow or Shining Path?
The "end" I leave it at that perverse dream harem of your mind, I offer the "half".
No one knows where it will lead one or the other way, because the choice is there but something else is chaos, fate, the alien who guides man like Carroll's Alice who decides to eat the biscuit or drinking quell'intruglio or follow that path but never knowing what will happen really. This is a game without rules and the meaning is unknown to the player.
This is a journey into the impossible, the unknown. For ever imagined and without the right destination.
Death is the end of the "not" the "not" or is a move toward a new existence.
Cross a threshold. The door of the border.
Reopen the eye can see in a new form, losing perhaps the body, space and time found themselves in unknown location. Lost, alone but still alive. You feel fear or freedom?
The landscape of our eyes would be presented as islands of shadow or Shining Path?
The "end" I leave it at that perverse dream harem of your mind, I offer the "half".
No one knows where it will lead one or the other way, because the choice is there but something else is chaos, fate, the alien who guides man like Carroll's Alice who decides to eat the biscuit or drinking quell'intruglio or follow that path but never knowing what will happen really. This is a game without rules and the meaning is unknown to the player.
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