In Turn

It's been quite a while, but you still have no idea where you've landed. Sure, you've come to know most of your environment, but the chilling, looming feel of the foreign is present as ever. Could you ever accustom to this new world?

You remember an old joke. It didn't make sense, not too removed from the essence of many jokes you heard back then. Its absurd nature keeps you rooted. It reminds you of where you've come from. Maybe someone out here could find some meaning in that joke. Maybe you could plant the seed of this joke and see if it ever flourishes in this alien land.

A Line That Meets Itself

Maybe the most complicated part is coming to terms with the desire to do it. And as simple as that might be, we begin moving along. There's not a map, not a destination. The sole purpose is movement.

We're eager to see where this movement can lead us to. Feeding off of each other we leave behind an interesting path. Can we learn anything about it? Or is the strengthening bond the true residue of it? Who knows, maybe we'll stumble upon the same path further in.

I Don't Have a Shed

A shed to decorate my backyard. A shed to look at from my kitchen window. A shed I could take refuge in when the sky becomes dark gray. A shed with many pieces of wood inside, from any imaginable project. A birdhouse, a stool, a bookshelf, a crate. The tools smile brightly, eager to bring something new to life at my hands. Every possibility sums up and forms a universe. It indeed shines as sparsely, yet sharply, as the universe staring at me from behind those grey clouds. I'm not even looking outside. Even the walls are made of wood. It keeps me warm.

Una vida de

Don't you love to recap? Sum up your achievements so far to take it in that you've come this far. You no longer stand at this point in time. You sit. What comes barreling towards you? Make sure to pick the important bits. Perhaps you will rediscover an old fragment, maybe even a whole process's outcome. Recapitulate, and quickly get back to moving along with them. Let them accompany you.

Debug the Handrails

Something feels odd to your touch. Aside from the minute pounding of the surface on your fingers, there's a signal that goes straight inside your nerves. Your afternoon stroll is brought to a dreadful halt as you realize there's a mistake.

Rushing down the alleyway stairs to the beach, your consciousness is still tickled by the familiar sights. The flags hanging from threads above you. The colourful walls and elegantly designed window frames, somehow well preserved after all the years gone. You make absolutely sure not to touch that handrail, frantically pacing and skipping every other step.

However, all those familiar scenes are overcome by the sight of the misbehaving sea. Chunks are missing. The way the Sun glistens along the waves is abnormal and erratic. You could swear you're seeing water flowing upwards.