The Little Princess
We all felt very alone that time. Sometimes we still do, when we remember that deafening silence. No engines, no honking, no barking, no yelling, no planes. Just you. There. After all conversations were exausted. With family, with friends, with neigbours with yourself. Just the silence. And the misery and the beauty. There to be suffered, to be enjoyed, to be watched. Questions arise of what do we love the most. What is the most important. What can a window over the phone bring me. What can I offer. What do I need. What are we doing with our most precious matter. Time. Women they emerge as strongest and most capable of survival and love. Thinking autonomous beings. Protagonists of stories about friendship, purpose, life and death. And the Internet brings what we desire with faster peace. Being that validation, narcisism, manipulation, money, company. "A little bit of everything all…
