A SPLIT in human existence between timeless pleasure and the temporal unfolding of human history".

The idea of ​​"being-where I-am-supposed-to-be" is as valid for me as "being-in another-place-where-I would-like-to-be."

It seems a certain transcendental utopia where both ways are the result of the constant projection and idealization of ourselves in another place or with someone else.

Space and temporality as alienation ironically obey to the emptiness in ourselves.

And this «emptiness» is even illusory itself, for it is always confused with desire. 

Desire is the true emptiness, I believe.

Nevertheless, these are merely my thoughts, and as usual, I’m wrong...