THEORY OF THE INTERNAL TRAFFIC LIGHT
We are creatures made up of three lights of different colors that are lit at the same time, something like a faulty traffic light that gives the 24 hours of the day the next three orders: "Stop, wait, go."There's the complex that ends in the contradiction: the man can't bear to live with the three lights on because he doesn't know to wich one heed to, and when, so he chooses to ignore two of them, or turn off at least one.
The man struggle against his nature without get it: He wants to stop but he doesn't. He wants to stop waitting, but he waits. He wants stop going, but he keeps going.
Then it comes the time where the man understand that he is his own death... and doesn't understand it.
