I thought I’ve seen it all, heard it all, said it all. It’s called depression, when there is no more will to live. But yesterday I’ve seen a piece of a dance choreography that blew my mind. And I was like ‘goddamn there is still stuff to be discovered’ the world is large enough, the internet wide enough, books are yet to be read. What was I thinking?
I haven’t seen it all, I haven’t heard it all, there is still things I need to say because I’m dauntless
beautiful image by Chiara Zonca