Inspired by Celine

Le penseur...,
originally uploaded by *sugar*.

How much time did he spend here ?

Where was his soul travelling ?

Sorrow, regrets, hurtings ?

Does this loss of time have any purpose, except to go down and down ?

Nobody near him, no animals, no human beings, on water or on earth. Going far away from crowd with the secret wish that somebody will come...Anybody... No, never; it never happens.

Perhaps is he an artist, a writer, some genius. Perhaps did he make some beautiful things in past. Maybe, he was some important person. But he doesn't see that; this is of no importance now; he's just looking at water, to calm down the agressivity of memories, eating him alive.


But perhaps...perhaps I'm totally wrong; perhaps is he happy and thinking that it was just a shame to have forgotten his fishing stuff...

We are just looking at what we want to look.
We interpret reality through the filter of our sensitivity.


Thank you Celine.