Regret is a cold knife that flays you alive, without the benefits of anesthesia or the luxury of escaping through death..
And the bear stained with its owner’s blood, its smile vanished, its jaw dropped, and its eyes bulged..
And Saramago told us that chaos is a system whose code has not yet been deciphered..
Your actions and choices; between checkmate and retreat, play symphonies between melody and discord..
And the place is shaped by man, and time is the riddle of riddles..
And the translation of all the above is found here inside..
In the Devil’s Head.
_ Wael Abd El Rahman