Tuesday, October 27, 2009
Sunday, October 11, 2009
Ureterovesical Junction Stone Treatment
against myself!
come to Rome. I did not know how much it would cost. I did not come to terms with the city life, or rather, the life of a capital.
I came home yesterday, a bus full of people, none of them had a smile, who knows where they went, who knows what you're thinking ...
The first few days here I felt uncomfortable in their midst, I did not accept all these people, this mass of dull people who wander in a world packed for them, without any real aspiration, without a great project.
Then once I stopped thinking about them. I got on the subway and buses, and all have become invisible, an object of a gaze that is looking really, I focused on me and I felt good!
smooth ride yesterday evening with this feeling, with a smile, but at some point I got sick: I became one of them. One who has learned to accept the glance of a stranger, the patient to wait for a 409 and a sardine squeeze against a glass, take a casual comment, a different accent, a sharp odor and then come to think of way home ...
Suddenly I felt good, I moved in harmony with this swarming mass of strangers and that's why I got sick: I too have gone through the acceptance of the state of things.
I wonder if all of them like me at the beginning they fought themselves to avoid being sucked into the feeling of being an insignificant dot and then they found the key to survive in anesthetizing personal dimension for which all the rest remains veiled and not seen and yet still exist.
I wonder how many of them hate moving in the same direction even worse than in Metropolis ...
I write this post with myself to remind me not to want to feel more at ease among others finding no other way than to be canceled for a whole.
I write this post with myself to remind me that thank god I realize it yet ... 
come to Rome. I did not know how much it would cost. I did not come to terms with the city life, or rather, the life of a capital.
I came home yesterday, a bus full of people, none of them had a smile, who knows where they went, who knows what you're thinking ...
The first few days here I felt uncomfortable in their midst, I did not accept all these people, this mass of dull people who wander in a world packed for them, without any real aspiration, without a great project.
Then once I stopped thinking about them. I got on the subway and buses, and all have become invisible, an object of a gaze that is looking really, I focused on me and I felt good!
smooth ride yesterday evening with this feeling, with a smile, but at some point I got sick: I became one of them. One who has learned to accept the glance of a stranger, the patient to wait for a 409 and a sardine squeeze against a glass, take a casual comment, a different accent, a sharp odor and then come to think of way home ...
Suddenly I felt good, I moved in harmony with this swarming mass of strangers and that's why I got sick: I too have gone through the acceptance of the state of things.
I wonder if all of them like me at the beginning they fought themselves to avoid being sucked into the feeling of being an insignificant dot and then they found the key to survive in anesthetizing personal dimension for which all the rest remains veiled and not seen and yet still exist.
I wonder how many of them hate moving in the same direction even worse than in Metropolis ...
I write this post with myself to remind me not to want to feel more at ease among others finding no other way than to be canceled for a whole.
I write this post with myself to remind me that thank god I realize it yet ...
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