Man is least himself when he talks in his own person. Give him a mask, and he will tell you the truth. – Oscar Wilde
I find human nature intrinsically fascinating; although I always seem to be stepping at the blur line between despising the world and being utterly amazed by it. I always think of Herman Hesse then, in the heartbreaking cry of the SteppenWolf, and in my friend K. who walked with me those lonely streets of self realization. I am still walking though, looking for my way out, in, aside; perhaps just a way into everything; just to say that I am back.
About me, I became the community manager of a rather large group of journalists not too long ago. My time there was a social awakening I would say, thinking that perhaps an opinion can matter. And if it does not matter, at least I have spoken and that, matters to me.
The masks we wear are not to hide, but to undress ourselves from everything else than that. We must jump, even if we fall endlessly.