Life is a prisoner of time and a hostage of circumstances

My loneliness is my only company.

The present is a prison without bars, an invisible net, odorless and massless, which envelops us everywhere. It has neither appearance nor existence, and we never come out of it. No body has ever lived elsewhere than in the present, no mind has ever thought of anything but the present. It is in the present that we remember the past, it is in the present that we project ourselves into the future. The present changes all the time and it never stops being there. And we are prisoners of it. Transient and precarious,...