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What a sadness
Relegated in the intellectual desert of my closest acquaintanceship, I falter.
The cry of their silence is constantly pounding my temples, frustrating is the feeling.
The genetic closeness only mitigates to a certain extent that despair.
I can't, in fact, I refuse to accept the infamous reality of disdain and apathy towards the intellectual enrichment of any opinion.
What a sadness ... a voice drowned in murmur of the irrelevant and trivial, of the hypocritical-religious, of the vain and futile, and most depressing: in the pseudo political environment that never ends.
But perhaps it should not surprise me, after all, the routine is the synthesis of all renunciation, and it becomes a habit to give up thinking ..... What a sadness ....😞
The cry of their silence is constantly pounding my temples, frustrating is the feeling.
The genetic closeness only mitigates to a certain extent that despair.
I can't, in fact, I refuse to accept the infamous reality of disdain and apathy towards the intellectual enrichment of any opinion.
What a sadness ... a voice drowned in murmur of the irrelevant and trivial, of the hypocritical-religious, of the vain and futile, and most depressing: in the pseudo political environment that never ends.
But perhaps it should not surprise me, after all, the routine is the synthesis of all renunciation, and it becomes a habit to give up thinking ..... What a sadness ....😞
Published 27th Feb 2017
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