FROM ABOVE
From above, the gaze is noiseless,washed out of pain and grief. He sees the existence of things, but does not participate in a poor game of dubious measure values. From a distance, the cold is not terrible Fear and fear sounds like nothingness. Slowly, the separation between there and here is growing. The happy end has a look not like it is painted by fairy tale writers. Cinderella will not fall asleep in the arms of the prince and the ugly duckling will not become a beautiful swan. This is not where the exquisite images happen. This is not where sweetness means happiness infinity.
Everything from the clouds has a different meaning.
