"This place is curious, this place is a non place. It’s not located in some secret corner of the soul, since there are no secrets; it’s actually devouring the entire inside, projecting itself on the outside… gaining substance, encouraging stings, thirst and hunger all around."
- Natura Principia
dreams are about you. I’m trying to protect you in them. I commit crimes, I even
murder… so that I can run somewhere in a very fast car, on roads completely
unknown to me. And then I ought to steal something from houses I’ve never seen
before, only to find myself running again. But when I drive there is not a
single vehicle on the road, I drive alone, lonely… but then again, I have this
warm feeling inside me, some strange lovable sensation, an intuition of some
sort, pushing me further ahead; that at the end of the road some reward awaits me. This emotion makes my heart running again, exactly the same
way as when I think of you. I know that there, at the end, you’re waiting for
me. But I always wake up before this happens…
comfort myself that everything before was only a wretched dream. But then, I
get slapped by the sense of reality when I come to realise that I can’t sleep
in our bed. I go to our bedroom only to smell the cover from your pillow.
Thinking that you’re actually here, my cursed drowning sirènede mer.