[Drawing circles : text & snaps]

We are drawing circles. We draw circles and get always to the same point, endlessly; to put most things in a cycle of life so we won't loose anything, at least not for too long; or everything our life means to us. We want to keep traces of our surroundings, feelings and sensations no matter where we go, what we do, who we have met or when we'd have like to meet them: the places, the people, the smell or anything else memories brought up together.

We draw circles to get this feeling, useless in a way, to live these sensations again and again. It is maybe a way to play confident, and protect ourselves from things to happen, or moments to come. Or is it some kind of an inbred canvas we can't escape from, we're so used to it now, some limits our mind plays tricks with, within which we're stuck, endlessly.

I keep drawing circles, overlapped sometimes, to keep on going on. Because what you like you want to keep on living it endlessly and what you love you want to keep on falling for it endlessly. I am drawing circles to get lost in them and within them, to feel again what I feared I might loose for as far as I know nothing really ends as long as you stay quietly within those boundaries you’ve drawn yourself in. I re-cycle, re-use and re-store each and every piece of me.

They say that recycling is giving things a new life, but what they don't say is that this second life is always less valuable, a degraded copy of a first impression, for everything falls apart at last without ever ending.

I draw circles, endlessly.

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