Amongst so many strange things: the predictable ☀️, the countless stars, the trees that resolutely put on the same green splendor each time their season mysteriously comes round, the river that ebbs and flows, the shimmering yellow sand and summer air, the pulsating body which is born, grows old and dies, all the vast distances and the passing days, enigmas which we all in our innocence believe to be familiar, among all these presences that seem oblivious to ours, it is understandable that one day, in the unexplained face, we experience the unpleasant feeling that we are just going through a phantasmagoria … But, despite its intensity, that feeling, which we all have sometimes, it does not last and it does not go deep enough to unsettle our lives. One day, when we least expect it, it will suddenly overwhelm us.
