Perspective

A reflection of the year and a "see you someday".

My home was where my little corner would be in the apartment. A fixed place in the universe.

[...] Home needs to come to you / before you can even know what home means [...]

In this episode, we'll take a journey through Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry and ask a question: is the sorting ceremony a forever choice or rather a momentary one?

[...] sectarianism: / belonging gone bad. [...]

Imagine picking up/ The house from down below

[...] How much brushwork complexity do you need / to say the elemental? [...]

The forest is dark and frightening place and on the darkest of nights, witch's voice is coming from the depths of it, especially on the eve of the night of the saints. Nobody knew what creatures were hiding between the darkness of the trees. No one in their right mind would voluntarily walk into its mouth, knowing that would be the last time anyone would see them. [...]

[...] The woods surrounding the village were as dark as ever. No sound  of life could be heard, no birds chirping, no leaves rustling, no twigs  breaking under the paws of foxes. Even the stream was silent. Only a  hissing, low and desolate whisper started now to be audible, as it elbowed its way through the briers to the sky. [...]

[...] For me, this time of year always traps me in between happiness and melancholy. This is the time of “I wish...” and “to be...” - always, always with a mug of tea in my hands. [...]

[...] The seasons change, pass, follow one another, in a flow that doesn’t really take everything they find on their way with them, because everything that is in the way of the seasons also kind of is the seasons actually. [...]

The alternate history moments usually stop at the 10th infinity. Today, it continues. As if, my brain wants to explore every corner of the universe imaginable.

Ella Frances Sanders once wrote: “A lot of  people are so busy running about doing nothing of any real importance—so  busy that they do not ever notice they are covered in stars.” In side A and B of this episode, we will make time to notice “we are infinite as the universe we hold inside”.

On a day like this, when the wind is just enough to suppress the city noise, I try to listen to the stories it wants to share.

 [...] The average depth of the ocean is two and a half miles. And only  about five percent of the ocean has been seen, let alone explored. [...]

This lonely moon observing and wishing, to be able to experience the same emotions and feelings as the lucky ones down below, every night without a doubt. Always different place, always different people but the same emotions shared between them. 

[...] while more or less everyone was minding their own business, out of  the blue, without a sound, the Moon shattered in a million pieces. And  the whole Earth was sprinkled with a light rain of silver dust… [...]

 [...] And then you smile. No reason, other that pure joy that is surrounding you - just for a moment, shorter than you might like, but grateful that it’s there. [...] 

 [...] Can this be hell? Is stillness hell? Or do we look for stillness from hell? [...]

She recognised the boy unsecure and unknown With the bouquet of flowers, she saw once, before Colorful and bright, just like the life she has led The one, once forgotten, unsaid