I quit the social media sites because of the dull lights. The soul demands frivolity to dream, but no secrets to survive. In this trunk I carry the memories of my exodus and woes can’t make me forget the wonderful conversations, both ruddy funny and tender.

Eyes half-closed see water and a poor prism of the outside world only after traumas and that shouldn’t be. What started out as an effort to bring us all closer has become a hall of mirrors. Drops of sorrow are now drops of Champagne. Good-bye Facebook.

Text: © Lucius Bod, 2012
Images: © Predrag Pajdic, 2012. Featuring Luis Mateus at Elite Lisbon.


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