Seeing a great view, without me

At that moment, I feel my own soul who is physicalbeing and at that moment I encounter my inner landscape that is very calm while the madness of city is filed with speed.

According to Foucault, my presence can be perceivedonly through the others, therefore, the roar of the city with a speed of fascist dramatically expose my inner surface which is very quiet.

That moment can disappear without definition, and can fade away with other landscape. However, that short dramatic experience leaves something in me, which makes me to face my shabbiness and my true self.