we think about the past, and nostalgia has a beautiful meaning for us, but there is a passivity
inside the nostalgia it’s like being stuck between the present and the past… our imagination and
pictures of the past are mostly beautiful
this reminds me of a quote from Freud, with says that if we love something we subconsciously
hate it and vice versa.
but I think a big part of history always was with violence and revolutions,
I want to travel to the past or future that we actually don’t know when it is. maybe now? or now…
there is violence inside beauty inside the nostalgia
inside the peace and inside the history
there is a revolution inside us about the past about survival
there is a revolution inside beauty.