Didn’t wanna write about this for a long time, but certain circumstances pushed me to do it. It’s about Berlin, trust, and some other World Wide Problems.

Recent events made me deeply reticent towards everyone — including, ironically, myself. Should I trust my own senses, or should I just let everyone fuck me over for no reason?

It’s the classic to be or not to be situation from Hamlet, as a new friend told me yesterday, thinking he understood me.

Well, I was never an editorialist. But now it feels like I have to become one. Because the world we’re all living in is getting more and more fucked up.

Friends become enemies overnight. Judgement everywhere. Presumptions of guilt – I must have some hidden agenda because I dare to exist [in my weird way, in Weirdland anyway]

We keep trying to undermine, despise, laugh at certain people just for being different.

Because this is what weird means – different, and definitely not boring, just misunderstood.

Different is and always will be – good. It means evolution and a better future, maybe even a better present, if we all try.

Actually, sorry — there are plenty of “reasons”: power, money, resources, things, love, sex (you choose the order). More and more things, never enough.

Understandable, in a twisted way, cause it’s in our evolutionist blood. There is a negative limit, though.

Material things stopped being a real problem for me (and for a pretty big part of the planet) a long time ago.

Maybe during the night it felt like I discovered civilization instead of ending my days as a human being, around 13 years ago. And I’m still poor as fuck on paper, but at least I’m still trying hard to smile, and keep on going, with hope as my shepard.

So now I’m asking everyone: what is money to you? What are possessions to you? How do you plan to evolve?

Because I already feel rich, since a long while. If I die now, I know I’ll die happy, cause I left and still am living a bloody trace, something behind, scribblings about (my) humanity, their opportunity, our legacy, hopefully more peace and happiness for all of us. That’s my dream job, the money and the things I want.

I first said this at thirty-five, and now, some years later, so much more has happened in this cosmopolitan place I call home… Almost built a solid house with a wonderful woman. Planted a tree in Izvor, while continuing my fight against climate change through Green Revolution.

The funny thing is that nothing I ever did was enough. Not for București planet, not for Berlin, n’or for my “family of friends”, here and there, scattered all over the planet.

From here on, unfortunately, things get even darker.

Silent but pretty loud World Wars everywhere —> hidden in plain sight. Money again. More land. Oily interests.

More is never enough, we need even more!

Enter the camera phone, aka Big Brother of our Orwellian era: the perfect machine for watching everyone. How safe do you feel in your little first world heaven now?

Lives erased for no reason, then stored away or released into some metaphysical parallel reality. Big politicians, multiple personalities appearing and disappearing overnight…

The only thing that still feels real in this life is ART.

And yes, I will continue writing about art — not politics, except when absolutely necessary, like I used to do a very, very long time ago.

photo: AI generated from my weird memories 🙂