Concept:
The poet finds out that there is no necessary for writing because we live a chaos where nothing clear ; there is not a -crystal clear cut -viewpoint.
The poet finds out that there is no necessary for writing because we live a chaos where nothing clear ; there is not a -crystal clear cut -viewpoint.
The poet loses his sight because of blur context around him, and where everything changes rapidly and strangely.
The poet asks himself for whom i will write my poem? While i live surrounded by books and -in fact- people don't read
Writing become white which means it is useless, it just a mass of vain, undistinguished, unmarked
And it has no effect on other people
