Wheels

"How do you know when to stop and when to go on. I wish I had traffic lights of life. How simple it would be all. You would know in advance what to do. And while, I think it would be very monotonous, we would like automatons, doing what is expected of us at every step, every moment. That life, would be hell. Then, there was something worse than this. Hamsters with their wheels, without stopping, to delight someone, maybe an omnipresent owner who gloats and laughs with his pets. Or maybe we are really hamsters and what we believe freedom is circumscribed to a bowl of shit we can not see or smell, touch, because we are so engrossed in our little miseries that we hardly see beyond our little lives are we are phagocytosed like the white blood cells do to the bacteria. What if... everything is a lie? ... 

Noelia García diary, November 1994.-