2024 Author: Harry Day | [email protected]. Last modified: 2023-12-17 15:43
Breathe in, breathe out, life is passing by somewhere nearby, does not look back, your gaze just glides over it in passing with its imaginary curiosity, something heavy rises from the depths, something very strange and terrible breaks into consciousness, in the place where two lines are intertwined, it's good that there is this second line, a kind, independent, incomprehensible, it has its own story of fiction and you in it are a conjecture, mixed with this phantasmogory with the same incomprehensible sharp stroke, spread across the canvas as a stain that distorts and complements the picture, as if there are two actions that go in parallel, but together, as if there is he and she, and between them there is something in common, a common heritage of time spent together, a common history of being, not lived by any of them, in which she is the engine of ideas, a driver of change, directing the vector of influence, an idea that rushes through the space of a dream, peculiar and inaccessible in its proximity, and he - as a background separating it from the possible and preserving its idea is impossible are like the walls of a house that keep a burning hearth from sharp gusts of wind that can extinguish the fire, they are both one whole, capable of destroying each other at any moment with their individual nature, she goes on, it is important for her to continue her way, tremble, shudder from contact with air feeding her fantasies, exalting her strength, and he, static in defining the moment, going through time from the point of view of eternity, bearing on itself every turn of her head behind the sun, reflecting all her shadows, returning her warmth given to space, she strives forward giving all of himself to the movement, he rushes in space obeying the movement of the world around him, taking him with him into the open ocean of images, symbols, completely indefinable sensations that kill his firmness of spirit and turn it into dust, which is reflected in the fire of her burnt life with bright multi-colored lights, such, as he was during his lifetime, the lights and colors hidden in his concrete nature and revealed only in its fire a burning soul, she goes knowing where, she carries heavy suitcases of memory with her, sends letters and postcards of memories in the mail, she always keeps the focus of her attention on him, comes up to him in time when the region of the world pushes him to the side, provoking a collision with another reality, she gently takes his hand and jokes for the world, sacrificing a piece of her frankness to him, giving food for meager minds, a smile for stingy souls and leads her house further, forward, parallel to the sent memories in the opposite direction, he certainly sees everything, he feels this sharp moment of her touch, as a connection with something long forgotten, familiar, his own, eternal call of his soul through the corporeality of embodiment, he sees in her his soul, her dance of fire, her movement, her strength and beauty, and takes everything this is not stretching out his hand to himself, he just knows that she is, and wherever she is, she is still with him at this moment of contact of souls, so tenderly and so touching, so really anxiously they both observe this presence in the theater of their souls, and lastly, leaving the post office, he tells the world recognition of his weaknesses, he gives the world a key to his emergency entrance, he asks to buy (for all the money in the world) a picture that has riveted his childish gaze in his former home, he wants to connect the exit with this entrance, he wants to tell the world about his essence and announces the price, the price of connecting the past and the future in one single place, in the picture of his outlook on life.
They leave under the cover of secrecy of the special services and an open desire to be in the gaze, looking at each other at this moment.
