When I was little I was thinking that this world might be a world in another bigger one and the bigger one in another and so on. Then I’ve read a story (inspired from the myth of Iona) which ruined my dreams of innovation.
Now I’m thinking that this world might be part of many other worlds, bigger and more complex, created by us.
Some are ugly, some are sweet, some are shallow, some are erotic, some are contemplative. And maybe Iona, is looking and laughing, knowing that he seen them all. Inside a fish.
My world is just confuse. Incoherent, full of contractions, sometimes illogical, sometimes too logical, sometimes screaming, sometimes quiet. Maybe that’s why I still like the sea, somehow it resembles my general mood.
Overall, I’m just waiting.
Worlds
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I feel like being quiet now. Your words are full of meaning, and so are your images.
Indeed, Iona has seen them all, and yet...
If I wouldn't feel so damn numb (in general), this could make me actually weep. Nice way of saying such a true thing.
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