Sounds cause images to unexpectedly fly up. Like triggers. Cunning frenemies, they act like mines and blow up linear coherence. In the end, it’s some sort of visual music that I feel. Somehow, I kept recalling a visual choreography. What a view... me sitting on the top of a building, with my hands on the knees completely lost in colors and frames. A long and mind-twisting trip, while the music on my IPod was flowing through my ears.
Re-wiring paths. Re-collecting fragments.
Re-designing mind-soul connectors.
A wonderful inner-city view; almost alive. Come with me, let's try to change …. It was changing with every blink. Lights and shadows, contours. I was chasing warm bright colors and light vowels. A maze. When I think of that place, it’s like going back home. Amazing. And if that feeling is real? I wanna believe… so common, break through. I only have to follow the (heart)beat. The images are flowing apparently in complete disarray. But I know their sequence is no longer bizarre. Coincidences, she used to say. Maybe. However, what if I hold my hands… and get the real thing?
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