Born at 60 | Introspection
My dad was an abusive father. In the sense that he hit the children. He hit them for petty reasons, like not drinking his cup of milk in a bar because it’s too hot. Well, especially me, of the three…
Exist as an entity: the hardest act of rebellion I know
The challenge is to answer the question “who am I? » in the privacy of my thoughts. When in the silence of my thoughts, completely hidden from the world, I lead debates or reflections with myself, who is this talking me?
