Ever came across a feeling like ‘incomplete lethargy’, probably born within us through years of intellectual stimulations? So where is it going?
Doing the same old stuff, over and over again…
Riding through the same terrains, sipping the same wine, complaining about roads and politics…
Aren’t we trapped in a delicate vacuum, living in the hope of coming out, someday?
Like the white canvas waiting for that one stroke to escape non-existence.