Why do I find myself uncomfortable in the digital presence of my kindred?
Facebook, and any other social media that tries to create an image of ourselves, where we can represent who we are, is meaning so much for humans these days. At the same time, it creates a very special room inside us, for the demon of self-hatred. And through him, we are killing ourselves, inside out.

The lack of comfort reaches it’s peak when I can’t manage to understand or comprehend the notions or actual ideas of life, that people want to portray. This creates a vacant spot in my mind.
A place where no logic is allowed. A place where one can destroy them all. A place, a kingdom, where insanity, madness and craziness rules as a triumvirate.

Why did YOU let you guard down for this? Why do WE accept this sovereign with open arms? Why do I keep letting it happen?

By definition, and by initiative, I hereby renounce my heritage to mankind. As I’ve done, a trillion times before…

“One person’s craziness is another person’s reality.” 
― Tim Burton