santobubu

In the mist of the night, in a street of London, under a century old oak, after a few pints, a gust of chilling wind sent me someplace else for a split second whilst I was looking at the shape of Victorian architecture. This is the best I could describe it: I just had the impression that my soul elevated itself, as if it has dissociated itself from my body for a brief instant. I feel lifeless and empty but in a positive way, strangely enough I felt good. A bit as if everything just acquired a new depth, I believe to have understood things I am not even aware of, things I even ignore the very existence of. My trail of thoughts has stopped; al