I think that most teenagers have felt like
an albatross once in their lives. Adolescence is the strange period when
everything seems uncertain and the mirror you are looking at reflects a brumous
image of yourself: your arms look like two long and white wings unable to fly
in the sky of your skills and feelings. Unfortunately this feeling of
inadequacy is spreading more and more in the world of adults too. Probably the
indifference to our neighbour’s problems and the inability to communicate is
making our daily lives meaningless and aloof from the rest of the world. We
feel as if we were the only survivors of a wrecked ship, walking alone on a
desert island. However as soon as we start to socialize or make friends, we
succed in finding our real identity because we find out that the others too
often feel clumsy and inadequate like an albatross walking on the deck of a
ship.
"We don't need lists of rights and wrongs, tables of do's and don'ts: we need books, time, and silence. Thou shalt not is soon forgotten, but Once upon a time lasts forever." [Philip Pullman]
Sunday, 22 April 2012
Polluted ink
The black ink of our polluted warmongering
world turns the positive lexicon of our life into dark words of despair and death. After listening to “A Hard Rain’s A Gonna Fall” by Bob Dylan I have tried to
summarize it through this picture of mine.
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