Of course I'll hurt you. Of course you'll hurt me. Of course we'll hurt each other. But this is the very condition of existence. To become spring, means accepting the risk of winter. To become presence, means accepting the risk of absence.
It’s flirting with the liminality between the present and the future. I think portals can exist as little hopping moments; I’m in the present, obviously, but I’m also experiencing future realities. How can I use portals as little keys, to bring those two into symbiosis?
No two people can know the sea the same way.
∆ “Memory for Forgetfulness”, Mahmoud Darwish
If you want to increase the quality of your work – your output – you must increase the level of your inputs. Your input is knowledge.