I Have A Question
If society as a whole,
with all it’s variety
and it’s colourful diversity,
is stripped of the greater foundation
every individual is based on,
down to all these ripped apart bricks
and those way to tiny sticks,
Would I exist the way I do?
Myself?
Would there even be such a thing?
Am I just the product of the influence
of a building?
By the way: If others are thoughts
of a big, recondite mastermind,
Am I an illusion of a living being
for all the others, too?
Johannes
Referring to:
http://comment.lettretage.de/ross-sutherland-nude-iii/