"Just as fast as an echoe of dust particles sweeps around my brain, I'm able to feel how empty I am after all those injuries. A solemn vision of the failed project of having a soul, is exquisitely joined by the alien silence of the most intense experiences of being one. There is still no answer after removing the giant stones that cover my ears, and those desperate and distant screams no longer cause any impression to the senses. Void of possessions and ruled by the absence of instincts, there is no other option than travelling above the sharpened and deadly razor of vacuity, momentaneously secured by the rope made of what I once were... till it breaks..."
José Ramos © http://www.joseramos.com (prints available)
Location: Alvor - Portugal