We all long to interact with those people who ignite us, who fill us with good vibes, with true affections, with pleasant and sincere smiles. But every day we crash against the irrational and barely find affinity. We are like trees that in the middle of autumn shed their leaves and flowers, remaining naked, dry trunks, born already absent, fearful, without sap. A fragment of bark where need looks at itself in the mirror and indolence becomes endless.
Everyone believes they are on the right side, with impeccable actions. Even if the walls imprison them, they accept it as something correct.
In these times, the landscape has become surreal: cordiality has evaporated, smiles are hollow, bodies empty, minds empty. The human being has transformed into steel or plaster mummies, without speech, without kindness, without goodness, full of selfishness and evil. Pride, hostility, and arrogance feed them. On the other side, as a response, a resentment grows that weighs heavier and heavier. That is what the tips of my fingers feel and what insistently strikes my heart.
A cold, distant, expressionless world. A space of concrete where honesty and dissent are perceived as a threat.
We are tenants of a facade from which no one escapes.
Noris Roberts