I am an observer, by default.
The answers are always there, but sometimes we don't wanna see them.
Dreams and memories are a persistent reminder of what's hidding.
We may inspect them. We may never forget.
We can live only through racconto.
Every memory being a different room, every dream being a new world.
I dive in them, and I like what I see.
Experiences are the bricks of the personality.

And I am grateful for all of the pieces that make me a human being.
Ironically, being a human can be ethereal at times.
We just have to listen with attention, look closer.