Staffan Carle
Sep 15, 2023

It came to a point where you felt that each day was cloned. A copy of the day before. Repetition. Small alterations, but nothing more. But you realized that the monotony you saw was false. And you knew, as if in a dream, that everything you see is new. Life or death really.

Staffan Carle
Staffan Carle

Written by Staffan Carle

Translator, forklift driver, father, student of human integral systems, expat in Japan

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