O Dia em que Eu Parei de Andar

The Day I Stopped Walking

When we stop we're so focused on productivity and efficiency that we feel guilty and confused about our own limitless time giving rise to a silent restlessness: the feeling that we should be producing, moving forward, and justifying every minute. With a new emerging force, the human being in its essence becomes increasingly scarce: we can no longer think, speak, and, above all, be. But ultimately, why does it have to be this way?