I am the medium for reality
without me, the world cannot exist.
And the shelter you provide is hosting a fictitious universe
Without you to keep it spinning, it has no existence
The world dies with you.
The world is born with you.
Shall we sit now
and silently die to ourselves ?
Franck Joseph
Text and photo ©FJ Januaary 2020
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Notes & Silence 