No strings. In the world. Alone and Empty to become Alone and Full.

Still foggy..

But believe, yes?

"On the way home, he was sometimes dazzled that so much haze and so much light flooded his eyes at the same time. He had climbed whole mountains without noticing it, descended abysses unaware - yet a tree stump, a ray of sunshine, the furtive tail of an animal had remained indelibly etched on his consciousness for a whole day.

The solitude was so beautiful, the mountains held so much life and serenity, the wide horizons demanded such intense concentration, so expanded the senses, that felt his eyes had actually left his body and were lost in infinity. And so the constant fragmentation he experienced in the bosom of nature did not prelude a secretive possessive enjoyment of every nook and of its cranny features. With the passionate intimacy of a lover he was able to identify the furze of Alcaria merely by its smell or its feel."

Miguel Torga - Tales And More Tales From The Mountains

Jane Eyre - Little People Scene

                                                          Close it off inside
                                                Or else the hurt is gonna rise...

Tell me you're dead, really dead

Lazy Eye