Release

I finally managed to pick through the thick wall of glass that has been surrounding me for some time now. I’ve been like a fish in a bowl, swimming around in circles in my own shit, unable to escape or communicate with the outside world.

And like the thick glass of reality, my bell jar distorted all the audiovisuals, blurring them in both directions. seriously impairing my perception and cognitive capacities. obstructing my ability to mediate myself to my surroundings, but also their ability to reach me.

The ground almost swallowed me

But yesterday I had help. Someone actually looked through the glass meticulously enough to discern me, and see that I was trapped. I’ve been hammering away at the solid glass trying to escape without luck for some while now, she noticed my hammering and started to bang the glass from the other side, and together we managed to pick a hole in the bell jar. I cannot even begin to express the relief and gratitude I feel. Through the hole I can both look out and breathe again. Some days she is a primordial goddess, shining with light and wisdom.

I’m finally out of the labyrinth, staring at the road in front of me, squinting towards the sun, observing the small embryo of a possible future. But I need to really watch my step this time, so I don’t fall into abyss of craziness again.

Now exile. A pilgrimage. Confronting my past, creating my present, searching for my future. The tigress will multiply, so I make this excursion to behold the omen of the eighth wonder that soon is to manifest itself in this world. Then, nothing will be the same ever again.