Oblak ne ve, in val ne kam,-kam nese me obup, ne znam...(F.P.)
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Let’s start with … Homerus
Let’s start with … Homerus "Blind is he, who sings to us.." (F.Prešeren, Glosa) The desired study was changing into a nightmare. The irony of the insight, how I should playout the epileptic axioma and carry out part of the study obligations, was materializing itself. Ego versus alter ego. The first one did not allow a way out, the second one realized, that there is nothing other, but a way out. Exit … One will need to choose a path that does not exist. The illness takes a toll, one after another … My parents want surgery, even if there is nothing that can be operated on. But at least they would do something, it would not be like in “Mesto Goga”, where everyone was just waiting for something to happen. The narrow prism through which they see me know is different, not positive at all, and creepily painful. One needs to go pass that, one needs to go away… Rare friends persist, the discourse becomes small talk, ‘love’ does not underst...
