One hundred years of solitude until my 122nd birthday. I hope I will die before the people I love. How is our world going to be when I won't be here looking at it? I am scared; scared of my insignificance compared to the unstoppable flow of time, space and destruction. As if I was standing on a desert island, facing an infinite ocean. If only I believed in a god! I could have walked on water or even splitt the ocean.

Mala

08/06/2021 16:52