Social conditioning, evolution, cultural norms, such heedless forms of self discovery. Only succeeding to award my outer carnal self with great modern inventions. Yet in all earths years, our pending souls remain uncharted. Who and what is it I live for. My soul is pregnant with angst. I wonder what I really am. To whom do I owe my life. You, God, myself, the universe? Whom shall I thank, or truthfully, fault? ‘All smoke’ writes biblical King Solomon. Death and taxes are our only surety, relish in this simple life, he demands. Yet peace with the unknown terrifies me. I fear we’re all doing it wrong. I fear my true self is left distorted. Fighting to breathe amongst all your opinions, perspectives, beliefs and conviction. I wonder, separate from all this white noise, who I’d be. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ 📷 Brussels, Belgium. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ 📀 Rosanna - Corey Kilgannon.