Soon, the line that spells your name will disappear from my palm but the lotus belongs to you
Saturday, 27 June 2015
Thursday, 25 June 2015
Wednesday, 17 June 2015
Streets behind the glossy buildings lead to a tour agency, its exact location is hard-to-find and those who found it couldn't remember how they got there in the first place. But if you try hard enough, the probability of finding it will inevitably increases and you will eventually find it. From the outside, the tour agency looks like a standard 20-footer office container, it has only one door and one window counter. Go straight to the window counter for your ticket. There's only one-kind of trip being offered here, and those with any common sense would know to step away, but by now, your curiousity has gone too far not to go all the way...
That's the end of the notes in my hand and here I am, in front of the door, ready to enter. Who could say no to a guilt trip? Maybe I'll face and slay some demons.
Tuesday, 16 June 2015
Tuesday, 2 June 2015
There's a door at the end of a tunnel, the key is your mirror.
What you see becomes the world, often just a copy, it is impermenant and perishable.
Over time, few arrived here and participated in the worlds which they have reflected.
Soon, when boredom became them, they left.
None got further than the images in the mirror.
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