It's the story of a man. A man among men, who, for being just another man, stopped being an actual man. He first became the shadow of his old self. He kept living and working and laughing and crying and doing whatever a man is supposed to do, but he was already unable to feel all those things. He was the only one to know that everything had changed, no one else seemed to notice.
Then he became a Ghost. People around him felt his presence, but it was like he no longer had substance. They wondered if he was still a flesh and bone human being. He wandered amidst the crowd, no longer performing those human features he desperately tried to keep up with before. He lost shape, odour, touch, became more of an idea, a souvenir, than a person.
It took him years to disappear before the very eyes that saw him everyday, those same eyes who wondered for a minute then stopped paying attention, bees in the hive, busy with heir own lives...
It's the story of a man. A man who seeked for a little warmth in this cold, cold world. A man whose mind was put to a test in the madness of this age we live in. A man facing a destiny, trying to fulfill it, relentlessly fighting for his right to be. Until he was no more...
Then he became a Ghost. People around him felt his presence, but it was like he no longer had substance. They wondered if he was still a flesh and bone human being. He wandered amidst the crowd, no longer performing those human features he desperately tried to keep up with before. He lost shape, odour, touch, became more of an idea, a souvenir, than a person.
It took him years to disappear before the very eyes that saw him everyday, those same eyes who wondered for a minute then stopped paying attention, bees in the hive, busy with heir own lives...
It's the story of a man. A man who seeked for a little warmth in this cold, cold world. A man whose mind was put to a test in the madness of this age we live in. A man facing a destiny, trying to fulfill it, relentlessly fighting for his right to be. Until he was no more...
