"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
impulses in the cortex, something like endless waves on the shores of my
consciousness. Always creating and working out of time, this tireless gear
transmission resistant to the grinding force of abrasion. Wireless thoughts of
new beginnings welcoming as the dawn itself, seductively promising horizons
beyond a horizon. This place is on the edges of reason, where voices holler
feelings; there things exist restructured down to their scents – elemental parts
creating the one dome that is me.
such a place of the mind beings are without form. There, contours of the body
are no more. Because the spirit is weightless and it’s composed of a mix of
nameless colors; a niche of perception pulsating with energy as if it’s reborn
every time, traveling from one heartbeat to the other. And with each succeeding
pulse it gets louder and brighter, just for the thrill because it can;)
Rhythms of life…
and somewhere in there – the beginning of who I am!