“I wondered of all the fallen feathers and how the heavens must be filled with poets, gazing at the tree of knowledge with rotten apples below it…” Is the truth already inside us or are we terrified to show it? I remember the white shoes walking down the street so sensitive and yet so distant and now everything will fade. I remember the cold and struggle. My eyes are open I tried to see through the spectrum of nihilistic blankness and now, I can disappear. Today I saw a window and I wanted it to be smashed.
Nihilism is sign of time. You have to feel up yourself with content otherwise, you will be a human being without a content. It’s something concealed and confused. People are tiring to gather, create social structures, create new worlds. Create a room inside the world. It’s a collective act. Individual choices become common and we search a way to survive the moral nihilism or the way of denial the reality.