There it is, giving life, but also killing at the same time. An object you cannot look at directly. But when it does appear you will
fall in love with who it is, and what it does, despite being a love that doesn’t even last a day.
Here we are, hoping, but also knowing that the hope will die.
Like we have always done. It’s just that the people change instead of the
subject. We do, and we will, go around in circles with our bodies and in our
minds. Just like the sun.
Christian Martius (2015)
