Lately I've been feeling like exploding.
Like my mind is a big nebula, full of thoughts,
but they're just colliding, destroying each other.
I try to canalize that explosion but it won't fade, it won't work.
All ideas become one absurd blur.
Every little thought I have goes to wonder, is there something that remains new in this world?
Is there something so innovative to amuse us anymore?
Maybe I'm just divagating, wandering in the verge of oblivion, where a thousand stars exist and two worlds meet. Just right ahead, the end of the world.
Joschi Herczeg & Daniele Kaehr photography;
Lars Von Trier's Melancholia.