july

When I was younger, I have a memory of a moment of total and utter despair: the moment when I realized I wasn't sure I'd have enough time in one life to be able to be friends with, to spend time with, and to change their lives, to love everyone that exists in the world

I don't have this despair anymore

creating and destroying; built flying cars & autonomous vehicles, now building roc.camera, writings: july.rocks

I never had this feeling in my life. Probably because I was too busy in surviving. I remember having a controversial relationship with time, I couldn't wait for it to pass to move on to the second phase, a phase that seemed to never arrive. I have always erased from my memory all the people who passed in the first phase of my life and I have never done anything to make them come back. Now I have a feeling of missing something but can’t do much anymore.