The return of the living dead
I looked at the pale face
that face that doesn’t exist
neither alive nor dead
but inhabits the space of one who is no more
It was a nightmare that inhabited me
and suddenly it became flesh
it started to walk, it breathed the need
Death is not an end
it’s not even a rest
It is the continuity of absence
that insists on showing itself
And I saw those bodies
they didn’t know what they were doing
they didn’t know they had already left
Living is perhaps this lie
of believing ourselves alive
of calling ourselves dead
when looking at the reflection
And the world kept spinning
unaware of its own eternity
I walked
but didn’t know if I was going
or coming back
Eduardo
Mon 10th Feb 2025 04:44
Uilleam, absolutely! It's humbling to think about how much we don't know, despite all our advancements. The "arrow of time" debate is a perfect example—how we confidently march forward in time, yet can't fully grasp what it even is. Philosophers and scientists have been wrestling with these questions for centuries, and yet, reality, existence, and consciousness remain some of the most profound mysteries. It's almost comical how we pretend to have it all figured out when, in truth, we're just scratching the surface. Here's to embracing the wonder and the questions!