Notes from the blackland

Did you ever think what would happen if all the rivers poured into a puddle instead of an ocean? If all the roads were in fact leading -in a very real way- to Rome? Have you seen a typical deadlock in Cairo streets?

Then you know the feeling.

So many thoughts that I want to let out, but they keep crashing in my brains, resulting in what I call “synaptic noise”. When thoughts merge too much they result in a mood, a feeling, an eerie sense of almost instinctual obsession with something.

Here I am, in a night-shift at work, dreaming away the hours, trying to figure out how to unlock my thoughts.

Maybe a smoke and a decent cup of coffee is indeed my promised paradise.