My words are always too few. There is the constant requirement to explain and to add significance to simpler meanings.

There is no need to: clarity is my only desired virtue, why add a second layer of subtlety to my thoughts? Subtlety is something that we miss in our existence, everything is so explicitly stated nowadays like in advertisement, like in media, and we get a full coverage of sex, and death, and life in between Did you never ever want to go to the park and walk around in summer and just look at the vivid colours of nature, and to imagine what it will be in autumn; why do you think you need everything to be clearly exposed to the slightest detail? Still, feelings are like a painting, colours here and there, and the terrifying shapes of memories, that I prefer to let go and to never show remembrance is forgiveness, obsolescence is obligatory; life starts each morning, why not bury the past, why not give oblivion to the terrors, why remember the terrorists this is what they want, in order to incite fear, generations after generations? Fear is gone, when you forget; to forget is not to forgive, to forget is like to forbear Never fear, never imagine what it could be; forget to fear, forget to forgive, forget to cherish the past, remember to get up in the morning without the memories, then breakfast shall give a new beginning to the each day. Terror is here: we call it modernity; we call it, also, precautionary measures or security checks at the airports. These are just my morning thoughts, after a coffee, some cigarettes and a small fruity breakfast a kiwi and an apple. I only know that breakfast is the beginning, coffee is a must and cigarettes are something that we need to forgive or to forget, whichever you choose. Thank you!