Metaverse Memories

I believe that everything that exists in my head that seems like my imagination are actually your memories, and that we are inhabited by a chaotic world of changing forms. I believe that we knew each other long before, and that now our existence is leaking some of our senses, but we continue existing...; like long journeys made and to be made, built with our own hands, emerging from the fold of our will, but cast down somewhere, escaping from the sharp teeth that threaten us (or perhaps driven by them). The wise gaze of routine and its wear; the taste of the forbidden. Your bird, with a distant nest, that finds a place in my memory on the other side of the river. A projected future that fail...View all