Since I’d been born in the womb of Earth my timeless wandering had started. Tabula rasa, it is said that when we were born our mind is a blank slate, no memories... no initial thoughts...
Or is it possible for this little brain I had to break the rule?
We don’t know...
As achild I’ve been full of endless questions swirling randomnly in this brain of mine. And for the sake of sanity I have to put those crazy ideas into artistic pieces. I have to hide the evidence in blank papers to protect the innocent, me.
Whether I perceive those knowledge from experience will be unknown and forever hidden in the dark corner of my soul.
In my citadel, a piece of my serenity, I welcome you...
