Phases

This is not about death, as I never thought at nature dying.
This is not about fade, as something never fades. It just changes color and light.
This is not about void, as void it's just a concept.
This is not even about nothing.

It's just about something changing.

Highlights

"Which is the most important thing in life?", the girl asked the old man.

"To be free", he answered.

"But what means to be free?", she asked starring as she knew everything and no new things she had to learn.

"To ask", he said

And then the old man perished in a warm sea of leafs, leaving so many unanswered question.

No strings attached

They were looking at the systems through the strings, telling everyone how free they are.

In a momentary lapse of faith, one of them saw the ropes. Scared, he quickly closed his eyes, hoping they will vanish soon.

Dedicated to my never ending love for *isms.

Stringism.

Older story ...

... which continues, through a window, in a strange and far away room.

A chair from which something just departed, in a fuzzy atmosphere.

A blurry feeling is born, looking in that room. Was it a quiet slide in time and space, searching for a real island?