Strobe

I'm getting more and more convinced that this life is a strobe. More and more highlights in shorter and shorter periods of time... First it makes you move. Then it makes you tired. After all it leaves you delirious. Squeezed. And finally you cross the threshold of insanity. Or sit surrounded with tobacco smoke, having no idea what to want after all...
This life is a strobe. It dazzles and makes you dizzy.