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walking through the streets
As a kid, so many times, evenings and nights, I was walking through the streets all alone, seemingly without a destination.
I was thinking, observing the few bright stars visible despite the lights of the big city. And it was this question persistently running through my head, sometimes whispering like a tiny firefly, other times loud like a solar storm.
born on the lucky side
I was born on the lucky side of this world. The one humans decided to fence off as well as possible from the unlucky one, with borders and limits drawn on land and life.
Fate did its magic, giving me an easy start.
I miss the fireflies
I miss the fireflies I was playing with as a kid in the warm summers on vacation time. Almost every night I went out, I couldn't miss chasing fireflies in the darkness.
morning grey
And when the morning grey comes and the magic of the night fades away, when the fireflies become invisible, it's time for a new perception of reality.
who is adam
A few words can't tell you a whole story, so I leave it to you to answer the question of who I am for a thousand perceptions, a thousand paths to freedom. To see.
freedom
It's the freedom of thought, creating progression in a different way than experience through decision. It's a space of possible reality, without decisions, without consequences.
It's when you walk through a forest after the rain. For one, it's like a thousand-page book for someone else, a 3-minute walk to the car, dirty shoes.
What will it be?
