The lost traveler- at world's end

                  the lost traveler- at world's end

Well, how often do we ask ourselves the very basic question about our existence? I guess, barely. And how often do we seek the truth: truth that doesn't come from the mouth of the society? The chances of getting an answer here are equally rare. So if you are one of the many 'different' people on the earth who want to see things beyond the monotonous blind vision, this talking is remarkably going to take you to the places- places never heard and seen before.

In the world, you promptly identify the things you have been looking for, for quite long. They could be anything. It came to me as 'liberte'.

It was something beautiful, felt deep inside my heart that eventually made me aware of the truth and the difference between time and space.

When I began travelling, I never desired to visit the places already been searched before by mankind or wise, rather the unidentified ones, the unperceived ones, the gangrenous ones: at world's end and this automatically declared me "the lost traveler".

Arriving at each new land, I found something, a sort of numbness but not just any normal insensitivity- it was inferno of what I possessed, excluded the constant vigilance or the apprehension of the society. But before that, I had to leave myself behind and get terribly lost in the wilderness and begin to find myself once again.