They say... Everyhting has already been said.

Same themes of love, friendship, war, betrayal, misfortune..

Nothing new under the sun

Why keep writing .... why do we regurgitate.

Because our feelings, our ideas are not monoliths, they are lively mesh of archaic origin

In essence they can never be fully translated into any man made language.

be it music or any form of storytelling.

Its all an attempt of represtation, an apporximation of something that is ungraspable

But when we capture its essence we feel exilirated

 In reallity we are not alone.

and fleeting. 

Interconnected by this worldy experience

that we have solid proof we are alle one and the same.