The sun despising house and other pictures

The choice of being absent on different levels could always be made, it's our obvious right; the choice to curl up under a rock, the concience choice not to be part of, not to belong emotionally, to avoid the hurting light and to hide in our evening light, cause darkness is the only true light. Old age is preferable to ugly youth. It is more interesting. I prefer the imperfect and the torn because you can learn from it and it is far more intriguing. Give the ugly a chance, cause it could be your special beauty! The idea of what is beautiful is so boring and not at all as complicated as reality and its nuances. But avoiding and to be asent is also power and control and could be cruel and hurtful to others. There is not closure in those dead to us but yet so alive, inluencing us against our very will.