Paréntesis - Post sin sentido

Nada nada nada, ni Al Alvarez, ni nadie.
Desde ahora, todo este trabajo intentará absurdamente reflejar la luz de zaidnitram.
Bueno, por lo menos para mí.


s.r.


I’ve been on the edge several times, and jumped into it just a few, only to be rejected. The Nothing does not want me in it yet; she keeps saying she will come to me at the reported time. I’m going to have to learn to live with this sense of anticipation. What is this thing in life I am called to do? I hear the sirens call, I am tied to my boat and resisting, and I still don’t know if there is any point in all this. Is it better to be devoured by the sirens than to remain in this ill-fated ship? After all, there is no Penelope waiting for me…