Exploiting the Human Opportunity - Cannae

Nights I lay awake hopelessly thinking of this place.

The more I think, the

less I want to know.

It seemed like before this never used to happen.

I guess

it’s proclaimed to be over the representation of time on paper.

Pen strokes

mark away and with every letter, a new birth.

You will see it again, it leaves a mark on your mind.

Pictures say a thousand words.

We can tell

stories without saying a single word, yet only to a true perception however,

can this be «felt».

I always see things that disturb me, but I would rather

see that than nothing.