I have a question.
What if the real square
One is not the one
we´re living in? What
if we´re living in
a real Truman Show, a
made up reality
based on a Wizard-of-Oz
manifestation?
Suspend belief for
a moment. Doesn´t it
Make sense, given
what we know about
how infinite the
universe is, that, since
there is
life here, that there must be life
elsewhere? Is the
square one we´re going
to experience a
truth that has been
hidden by agents
of control for decades?
The certainty of
point of view in the middle
Of uncertainty,
chaos, change, is like a life
preserver made of
cement. Those that
cling to it will
surely drown.
That train just
ran out of track.
My mind drifts to
Odessa, a romantic
name to me. A sadness that that place,
with so much history, has to once again
endure the torment
of human folly.
I would love, I
imagine myself, in a tea
shop, looking at ships
in the harbor, smell
of the sea, cries of
the fish sellers, me
and a few old men
that have survived,
smoking kief,
drinking Turkish
coffee, at home in
ancient hospitality.
