Matteo Lonelytraveller
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| Interests | I live somewhere, in one of those metastatic cells called city, upon this pale planet, which rolls on himself heading to nothingness, like a dog with no owner. It disgusts me mediocrity, hypocrisy, ignorance, in a word, modern society. Do not call me cynical. Rather realistic. I hate morality, but I look down on transgression. I keep faith in science, but more in conscience. I'm not a saint, but not even a politician. I'm not an intellectual, but not even a journalist. I'm afraid of death than I have in life. I'm idealist, dreamer, romantic, rebel. So an idiot. I am selfish, arrogant, depressed, drinker. So like everybody else. I am economist by mistake, photographer for passion, traveler by nature. I am everything and nothing. The choice is yours. But if you really want to give me a name, call me Lonelytraveller. Why Lonelytraveller? Because I wander the world enjoying my own company, til the boundaries of rationality, beyond the limits of creativity. Like a daydream. Earth my playground, the horizon my goal. I don't travel for vanity, I travel for my own salvation. Because along this crowded highway called Life, we are all just brave small shaking lonely travellers. |
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