Mart-deBlog

SO, the wall is not a joke. It really is there. You look ahead and see only wall vanishing in uncertainty and behind you, wall running off into oblivion; it forces thinking and walking and thinking. Of the crazy past with ancient Emp. Qin uniting a large chunk of the world and sealing it with a wall that killed many of his people. About a human's capability to succeed in willing over so many people the whims of one's own madness. Of your own crazy influences on life, how you got there and where you're going. And you take a step, and you sweat from walking and thinking, and in between, there is this strange feeling of the realization that the chinese wall is really there and that you are there with it; which has more reason to exist? What is crazier, the wall or me walking on it. In any case, everything seemed twisted when walking on there.