moments when you drown in unknown and muddy matter,
unable to make any sort of movement that could help you
get back up to the surface...
a life of apnoea...searching for a remnant of refuge,
where you can finally begin to dream in the future tense...
the recurring, boundless grey turns every plan into endless mist...
as you eventually reach the origin of everything, you begin to realize
it is precisely on the other side of what you call reality.
[19.12.1999]