Subjected to a benighted time trial for private property, the human body is purely broken; millions of years of evolution rendered up into utter futility.
Forged by the Renaissance out of the desire to record the abstract world, to instill the quintessence into the physical world, out of fear of the idealistic state, the alter ego is trapped inside an incompatible vessel; hundreds of years of dynamic interactions rendered up into utter futility.
Out of sync, through loneliness, I give no clemency for I’ve lost my love of fate.
Emanuel Ștefancu 