by Valentin Matcas
Why are you still alive, at the end of the world? What determines you so hard to survive, at the very end of the world? Can it be raw instinct, along with greed and revenge? Or can it be love, the sweet feeling of love to have emerged right now, right at the end, as an irony of life, to overwhelm you now in powerful feelings of joy and temptation, at the very end of the world?