“The House of Visible Thoughts is a dangerous place.” “Why? What’s so bad about it?” “It’s a place where reflections live,” he said softly, shaking his head and turning away. “It used to be a place…” Silence swept away his voice like a sudden gust of wind. “What… place?”
Thats what this post is essentially – a kaleidoscope of my year. Some of its pieces you’ve already seen, some are new. My hope is for you to enjoy them, and I wish you all a kick-ass New Year full of adventure and wonder! See you soon, dear friends.
“Perhaps everything lies in knowing what words to speak, what actions to perform, and in what order and rhythm; or else someone’s gaze, answer, gesture is enough; at that moment, all spaces change, all heights, distances; the city is transfigured, becomes crystalline, transparent as a dragonfly.” [Italo Calvino “Invisible cities”]
Walking down the street she first heard the music. It was somewhat haunting and exquisitely beautiful all at once. Gaia saw a crowd of people that had gathered in a circle around someone or something she couldn’t see. Walking closer she couldn’t deny that the curiosity was growing by each
They had set their encounter in a suburban part of the city, the abandoned district where nobody dared venturing out of free will and for good reason. Stories of ancient spirits lurking around looking for their wrongdoers were too detailed to be just imagination. Where are you?
“Don’t you know that a midnight hour comes when everyone has to take off his mask? Do you think life always lets itself be trifled with? Do you think you can sneak off a little before midnight to escape this?” [Søren Aabye Kierkegaard]